July 7, 2024 - “The road had curved on the way up here”

The road had curved on the way up here, kept asking them to bend with it and they had, and now she wondered, as she walked slowly around the inn, where exactly it had taken them and, of course, she knew where they were, of course she did, but something about tonight felt breakable, in a way that made her want to treat it preciously, to cradle it gently and rock the night as it had rocked her, swaying her back and forth, and maybe it was her that was breakable, and the woods were watching, trees talking amongst themselves saying, look, she is about to shatter.