American Falls, Idaho couldn’t have meant much.
Lured into a tug of war with the past, adjustments she needed to exist in the present seemed more difficult.
It felt as if the past wouldn’t let her breathe. Impressions would no longer float up to the surface. They were held down by firm pressures of the past and without them she felt untethered.
All she wanted was the ability to judge an impression. She would gladly put off her trip to Yosemite just to be able to slide out of the slipstream of the past.
She wondered if her confidence and caution, which had once been her stablemates, burned to a crisp in American Falls, Idaho.
