and so the phone rings, and they tell me of their plans, and the emails come through, and they are out there in the world, packing up, squirreling their books away, kissing each other goodbye but not for long, never for long. and they get on planes and get into cars and move their bodies ever closer to my own, across the vastness. and i trust and throw myself into this life again and again.

and there will be a great merging of these people and the calm people from before. the combinations are joyous and endless, the meals we could all cook, the art we could make, the conversations we could have, the homes we could build.

cluck cluck cluck.