Duvall, Washington would always be the center of the world for her.
She wore a sweater of unknown odors, all from the past, woven in a comforting blur.
Only the three redtail hawks had an inkling of how she felt.
On one hand her feelings made no sense, but she was convinced they did and this cemented them into truth.
The redtail hawks stayed up high, gliding in swoops with the thermals.
Up from the deepest blue patches of the sky, her future came floating down. She could just about see it, not the future itself, not the actual events.
Only the way her future glistened.
Chunks of the Duvall, Washington sky fluttered down from the deepest patches of blue, each as discernable as a dirigible.
