I Might Screw Up, I Might Embarrass

Jude Remembered This Pain. Every Woman Had Felt Some Version Of It: The End Of First Love. It Was When You Learned, For Good And Always, That Love Could Be Impermanent.

I Am Such A Pacific Northwest Girl.

It Was The Magic Hour, The Moment In Time When Every Leaf And Blade Of Grass Seemed To Separate, When Sunlight, Burnished By The Rain And Softened By The Coming Night, Gave The World An Impossibly Beautiful Glow.

Nina Knew The Power Of Black And White Images. Sometimes A Thing Was Its Truest Self When The Colors Were Stripped Away.

Thoughts - Even Fears - Were Airy Things, Formless Until You Made Them Solid With Your Voice And Once Given That Weight, They Could Crush You.