Some projects work out. Some don’t. It’s okay to let some go, put them up on the shelf for awhile, maybe forever. And maybe get started on something else.
It calls to you, the water. Perhaps you have heard of the siren song of the sea. It is not words. It is not sound. It is a mesmerizing hypnosis.
What a strange creature her book had become in this form. Exotic and precious. Not at all the rough, hard fought beast it was when she took pen to paper.
“Tell me of Eiger then,” she said, her cheeks on fire and her heart racing with pleasure. “Tell me the whole thing.”
Wound in wool scarves, black gloves, long dresses that gathered the snow underneath them, their cheeks were flushed red from cold.
Soon, their heads would naturally gravitate toward one another and the two would remain entwined as one book-reading creature.
The leather scratched and along the back, a long gouge. A book, in other words, that had survived a great journey.
