Freezing rain.
A two hour school delay.
Some work.
Some scrolling.
And a feeling in the pit of my gut that just won’t go away.
It’s an impossible thing really.
But it moves me to do things.
Good things.
It’s this..
Help.
Whoever.
However.
Wherever.
Whenever
There’s no one size fits all.
Magic happens when I think outside of me.
Always has.
One Saturday morning...
Finn...
Finn.
Coming.
Going.
Always Finn.
...because there are no magic wands
On Sundays...
On Sundays...
Mom tracks my location.
When I arrive, there's a glass of water and a cup of SPILL tea waiting for me.
The conversations take a familiar direction.
Almost script-like.
I listen more than anything.
Because there's nothing like the live performance.
And when the inevitable quiet spaces start cropping up...
...I don't make any attempt to fill them.
I embrace them.
And let the gravity of life sink in.
Whether the words are spoken or not.
I feel it...
...and I think they do too.
