Home I

There she was, just plopped. Escher molten clock style. Ryan interview bystander style. Something like 5, or like 6 in the morning. And sideways the thrill just seeped in, like dipping the red paint brush in clear water the first time. She had a skip-of-a-beat. She had a plunge-of-the-gut. She decided to make up her mind and assign a name to something which had many names, this mysterious feeling of joy, of awareness, the Chapter 84 moment, the gasp, the wonder. Like being 14 again. It longed to evolve into panic but she knew better. Oh God this thing I call Home, this slide through the dust in the light, how could I ever...?
Nah.