She thought about the component element working on the road that morning. The frequency that resonated like old growth.
The way he had explained it to her in the forest, not performing humility and not performing confidence either, just telling her what it was because she had asked and the question deserved an honest answer.
She thought about the firewood. The way he had said "you do both" when she told him she watched instead of learning and the precision of it, the way it had landed like something that was simply accurate rather than designed to make her feel good.
She thought about his voice at the gorge edge. 'I have you. Don't let go.'
Four words, and it's completely steady.
Her heart starts beating, and she can feel her body start to get weird where the dream that's haunting her mind slowly starts changing because she's trying to change it into something that's worth keeping.
