Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by his heart, and his friends can only read the title.
Sophia has a ten year history of visiting beaches. When she is on the sand I know what she is going to do. Poetry in motion. She runs and the running sings.
I took Sophie to the ocean yesterday and she surprised. She walked out in the water chest deep. She ignored my calls.
She stood still for too long. She came back in. She sat. She walked back to the car.
I hate change.