Lion Head Mesa I know you wanted me to stay

but you're a God. what are your whims?

her cheeks were too flushed (was that still from the sun or something else?) and her gaze timidly looked down into the waters. serene and clean. some part of her wished to slide down into it and bathe herself clean. as if she might wash away everything from the outside world. none of it deserved to be in this place, before this divinely kind woman.

wonderful. truly! maybe not completely over the heat, but she did not teeter so heavily upon a knife's edge now. how do i repay such a kindness? i do not wish to leave you with less.