There is a space between us and the ones we love and I want to understand why we allow that distance. Or talk about what gets in our way of crossing it.
The rain fell so hard I stood in the doorway watching it, letting in the cool, clean air.
Walking to the lake with Lily and how she seems to grow older with every step, as if it’s happening on this very walk, these new features in her face…and how time bends.
How the days unfurled unexpected and just hung there in the light.
But if you put yourself in the eyes of the audience would it change what you do onstage?
The end of the world or start of a weekend when everyone’s away.
Days the world just settles in around you.