March 25, 2008
headwaters
I wasn't sure what to say. Earlier on I had smiled and nodded, thinking it was an exaggeration to make a point. But when it was presented with, "Can you keep a secret?" a faint, but distinguishable feeling of guilt rose up in me. "I'm going to leave him," she continued. My cousin, going on 38, was preparing to escape the situation she had lived in for 18 years. It had reached the point where none of their 3 children, from 9 to 16 years, would speak to their father, or be comfortable in his presence. Her mind, and her body, deserved a healthier environment. And domestic abuse immediately became personal.
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unconsidered
Surely it is one of the many miracles of this fine area of the world. The day can be dreary and wet; air so moist, the landscape receding into a grey fog, layer by layer. As clouds begin to darken, anticipating the evening, a small separation forms over the water. This sliver, its pale peach flesh visible in the distance, taunts us with the beautiful skies outside our reach. And then a line is drawn across the city, darkness turning into brilliant, horizontal light. The sun has descended between the clouds, casting out a deep, golden energy. Buildings ignite as their reflections burn with the rich, saturated glow. The light, so warm and penetrating, overwrites our memory of the cold blue storms to the east.
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