the best of the vignettes
one good line
I wish I had the strength to say yes to all the things that could burn me.
I made the face you do when you know all the way to your bones something is unnatural.
With a thump, it occurred to me that I might not finish even though I was in crawling distance
I discovered a few things on the trail: simple and easy are not the same.
By the time I was finished, I was wearing a couture overcoat of the strongest tensile material on earth.
I wonder what else would undergo such a violent state change so quietly.
Quiet is a bandaid that covers the wound until it can repair itself.
I fell apart and pieced myself back together in a fern-carpeted, moss-draped, tree-shaded forest threaded through by a stream.
If this were a drawing, pencil would be the rock, paper the snow.