ᚴᛅᛒᛁᛏᚢᛚᛁ 14
We’re on a boat with nothing but tall waves all around us. The boat rocks from side to side and foam sprinkles my face, but I don’t feel scared. There’s someone else in the boat behind me, I feel his comforting presence, but I don’t want to turn around to look at him. He’s a friend, someone I know very well. He steers the boat with an expert touch, avoiding the biggest waves that could easily crush our little boat. I feel safe with him, even though I can’t see his face.
“The storm will pass,” he says confidently. “The sea will guide us where we need to be.”
I nod, taking his words as the truth.
“I’m glad you decided to come out with me today. It gets lonely sometimes.”
I nod again. I don’t remember getting on this boat with him, but I don’t feel like I need to have that me
