Sometimes we need space within the space of another….
My daughter and I, late last night, both had our reasons as we ceremoniously reached for large bowls.
Personal comforting toppings rested on each mound of cold but warmish in a sweet, nostalgic fulfilling way.
Not much was said but for the occasional arm-brushing-eye-soft-look — we really, really need this.
We walked in an arch to our quotation marked spaces of nestled squirrel-like nests.
Blankets, pillows – me with books, laptop nearby, sheets of notes, phone, papers, pens.
Her with her phone and several TV “clickers,” lined in a row.
Still not much said.
Yet it was a comfort to be together like bookends. The space between was filled with a knowing and not full of questioning.
Sometimes we need space within the space of another.
It’s an anchor to keep from floating.