I long for the solitude to be ended. Her departure has not arrived. And so, I begin to make that, which is not wanted, sacred.
In the corner, the kite and the healing mountain and lake to keep her company. The kite dances with the breeze coming through the window.
I still do not know how to fly a kite. As before, I offer my acceptance of what Life has given, and in making it sacred, still, she soars.