the path that led us there simultaneously led away. it's a simple paradox that complicates everything.
i wasn't prepared to try. it felt enough just to let it happen. a long string taut on the kite. a thin bargain struck with the wind.
summer swept to winter. in the shallow cuts that time inspires. we weren't there. nor were we any closer. yet we had travelled so far.
the end emerged. softened by the blindness of perspective. she knew how sharp the corners. but not where next they might cut.
she understood the math. the biology of numbers. the swell of distance as it erupts.
it was the getting there that never made sense.