"Wait until Friday.", he said. "I shouldn't tell you why." This is the last thing he said. Not by telephone, but by way of wind. I could say I'm excited since tomorrow is Thursday and the sun is presently setting, yet I'm disappointed if it matters. Plans. They rule my moments. For how long, I can't tell. If this turns out to be another ghost line, I'm going to say goodbye to this dream becoming reality altogether. I've done enough research to know when I'm done and it's time to accept my fate. I can't see these hands holding other hands. They have before, and they crackled and bled. Plus, my brother's been keeping me on the couch in Indiana and I need to leave before there's a permanent film on all his belongings thanks to my self angst. Someone finds this humorous. They don't get a multi pass. Another finds this impossible. They don't get a tree portal. My emergency plans are delightful. Visit the Smoky Mountains and find gainful employment. Earn my way on my own. Stay alone. Maybe get a dog. Get back to my daughter. Hold her tight as long as she'll let me. Looking for her real father has been both beautiful and painful. He wouldn't let me read the message in his eyes. What could be the reason? Tomorrow's the fall solstice. Hm.
