Resonate. Thrum. Pulse. Stay. Sustained as long as evanescence can be. Just finishing Those Who Save Us by Jenna Blum and enjoying a great conversation with my friend, Emma, both of which exercised some basic, essential muscle of being for me, those opening verbs catch all I can say about words at this moment.
What an extraordinary thing Ms. Blum did with that book – telling the story of life in which nothing is ever okay, but cumulus clouds still sometimes have straight edges lit pink and gold before falling to rain.