“If you run too fast, you’ll miss the best view,” Jarvis said. “It passes by quickly sometimes, you know.”
Tara said to him, “We’re planning on taking a slow leisurely climb anyway.”
“That’s right,” Lane responded, shouldering his pack again. He knew they had rested long enough for the time being. It was time to start up again.
Jarvis had provided them with much of what they needed for the rest of the ascent. Obviously they had the legs they required to climb the mountain. Clothes and food they had also brought. Tara and Lane had used up much of the provisions they had in and outside the city. Not too much else had they in their packs, and so they had stopped along the way.
New day. New week. New perspective. Same problems.
Waking up feeling as peaceful as I’ve ever felt since leaving school doesn’t mean everything is suddenly fine. Despite last Sunday’s efforts, despite the week’s exercise in variety, I still feel that all is not quite right between Baldwin and me. I come home from lunch with the intention to discuss the matter before grocery shopping.
I sit down on the bench and I play a scale, and the keys under my hands are the same as they have always been, and the scale is the same as it will always be. The scale is not the problem. I go through them all, because this is not a discussion that one can enter into abruptly. I must broach the subject with delicacy. I go through every scale, major and both minors. No other modes today. Arpeggios, cadences. Carefully. With deliberation. When did I last take the time? Unnecessary doesn’t mean useless. This is important bedrock. It bears revisiting.
