a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
They were all probably a touch fine; in that retrospect that they didn’t mean it. They were existing. They were coasting. They were trying to find their footing when it kept scraping by and washing ashore and bending until they all sunk and tried again.
But she couldn’t imagine how Noe felt – infected and now not, striving to find stability in a world already sharpened and honed by so much change. “I heard,” Lena murmured, an encouraging smile, calm and compliant, over her features. She wouldn’t pry on the subject, but perhaps, offer an alternative. “I won’t ask about it – unless you want to talk – but we can always figure out a distraction too, if you'd like.” Offerings and alternatives, as Mittens croaked nearby.
But she couldn’t imagine how Noe felt – infected and now not, striving to find stability in a world already sharpened and honed by so much change. “I heard,” Lena murmured, an encouraging smile, calm and compliant, over her features. She wouldn’t pry on the subject, but perhaps, offer an alternative. “I won’t ask about it – unless you want to talk – but we can always figure out a distraction too, if you'd like.” Offerings and alternatives, as Mittens croaked nearby.
Lena
