Sitting in my black sedan near the dark road, headlights dimmed.

Roadspikes set to catch the next car passing through.

Waiting and watching.

Walks out

Peeks early, reckoning I'll be here in earnest
about an hour an hour from now.

Rehearsals
Holly felt herself nodding in support, especially when you started to pick up momentum vis-a-vis the way you preferred to be referred-to and seen.

Compared to the inward-curling emotional turtle, this let (his?) head stick out and be more assertive, more sure about that interface, to be vocal about preferences without some shrinking-back, some apology about it like advocating for yourself was some kind of sin.

"You got it! What, uh… what did I say last night? Hot Thespian Tutor Person? HTTP double-backslash Him?"" Okay, that was a stretch.

Okay this was the most enthusiastic way someone could grab a folding steel chair without it turning into some impromptu American pro-wrestling, but they were in the business of theater!

Well you were, she was… still growing into it. Part-time. For one show. Flying by the seat of her pants, under your guidance and teaching.

"I think once you know people are just engaging with you in good-faith, you don't have to tense up about social malfeasance and you can comfortably explore these things, unburden your mode of address from questions about someone's Mens Rea," Oooh, that was an advanced pun! Holly felt So clever.

"Is this like reverse-theater, then? Workshopping the mindset of Leo Sterling as distinct from the character? Big diff being that you're working off your internal compass rather than trying to satisfy an external audience, no?"

Seaside Rendezvous

Queen

Seaside Rendezvous

https://youtu.be/E5iUvpjii14?si=RdyPIluKZG2vOyNo

Stepping into my clinic and reviewing files. Awaiting walk-ins.

picking my glass up
and moving to one of the back booths

Barn
"Knowing Zeb's father I am sure if they could share stories they would be very interesting full of some kind of intrigue. Zeb's father was a very complex man and not very nice to Zeb."

There was a little anger showing in his eyes at the memory of some of the things that man did to Zeb

"It was as if she was waiting for me to find her, there was not much trouble in to usually they can buck and put up a fight, she just put up a little fuss. I don't know maybe she was done being wild or she knew you were coming."

He smiled at that thought of her having to be caught and trained so she would be ready for you

"It would not surprise me if you do."

He watched you with the chestnut mare and how calm she was with you

"I think she likes you too. Now it is too late to start your riding lessons but we will start them very soon."

There was confidence in his tone

"You do belong here Elarra with the animals and with me. You are welcome and to think this is just the beginning."

*Wanders home,straightening up a bit*

it was heavenly!
best Swedish-Ethiopian mac & cheese in the City ~s~

how was your golf game?

llynda and alina are very naughty *s*

heavenly! best Swedish-Ethiopian mac & cheese in the City
~s~

how was your golf game?

glancing over at the other woman

Waiting On a Friend

Rolling Stones

Sitting in my black sedan near the dark road, headlights dimmed.

Roadspikes set to catch the next car passing through.

Waiting and watching.

I am so sorry for your loss.

“I no longer feel that life is ordinary. Everyday life is filled with mystery.... The things we know are only a small part of the things we cannot know but can only glimpse. Yet even the smallest of glimpses can sustain us. Mystery seems to have the power to comfort, to offer hope, and to lend meaning in times of loss and pain. In surprising ways it is the mysterious that strengthens us in such times. I used to try to offer people certainty in times which were not at all certain and could not be made certain. I now just offer my companionship and share my sense of mystery, of the possible, of wonder”
- Rachel Naomi Remen

Burden In My Hand

Soundgarden