And some miniature donkeys. They were very friendly.
And I found the moon.
All of those things were beautiful to me. The evening air almost drove me wild. It reminded me of dusk in the summer in Edmonton, far north when the trees let down their heat and the lit windows had me peering inside them. When I was a dreaming child. When I believed that I may one day overcome this unraveling self of mine.
Who knows, maybe I still will.