20 Nov 2022

We’re never really misaligned, only seeing through a glass, darkly. The whole was always there. It called to you, half in hiding (you were both in hiding, now that you think about it), and you responded. The whole unfolded, in increments, and you had to trust its alignment.

Two women stand laughing in front of a stone building with tree branches and flowers winding their way up the window behind them.