he has been quiet for a while. her toes dip just below the surface of the lake, cold water kissing cold skin. she breathes to disturb the air, the gray clouds, the timid honeyed ray of light. yekaterina does not turn to him, does not feel the need to, but basks in his tranquility nonetheless. her lungs gulp it down greedily & cry sunset rust.
“ sometimes i think of the moment when i finally fall. ” which is so close lately, echoing like wolf howls. “ i lost count. but i don’t think it’s that scary. ” / @afterflood