Jan 23 (6 days ago)
She stood in the bulb-lit bathroom, looking at the circles under her eyes and smiled because ‘haggard’ looked alright on her. The tiles on the floor rattled under her feet; she’d need to re-grout them when she got home from the trip. She didn’t feel worried about traveling, or coming home. She felt completely calm, save for a small tightening excitement in her chest.
When she thought about it, the way that she had figured out – finally – what it was she ought to set out to do, she felt a little like weeping. It was a relief to feel certain about something.
The day was rainy and cold. The mountains in January were grey and brown, dark winter green, and the rain felt like ice, but wasn’t freezing. It wouldn’t snow today. Her flight would leave on time.
The day before, she…
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