Notes from the storm

She stands on my feet and looks up at me. I hold her head with my hands where skull meets neck and she leans back and stretches her arms out and grins while we dance. Slowly, just the two of us here in the eye of the storm, for as long as it takes.

2 responses to “Notes from the storm

  1. aw, this is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. If we could all just hold each other and dance through the storm.

  2. mig

    “she” being gamma. i even managed to enjoy it for a little while, just dancing with her, without wondering whether she would remember the moment when she was grown up, or what.