Mood Piece February 15 2018

In her memory he was so strong. Sometimes harsh, sometimes kind, but never off balance. It had always felt like whatever storm blew into his life he could weather it without a fuss. That had been such a comfort, at times; the feeling that some single thing at least wouldn’t change in a world that always seemed like it was about to fall apart. The thought that it might not always be that way had never really crossed her mind.

She missed that feeling, in a way. Like closing a book you'd loved to bits only to face the fact that reality would never match up to where you had been. Things were nearer, but more gray. Her day to day hadn't suffered much, she was never really the dependent type and was stubborn enough to pick up the pieces as they fell. That didn't mean that she couldn't tell an is from an ought though.

It was hard to compare those memories to the real world anymore. It felt almost sacrilegious or unkind to put the two side by side. Still, she felt compelled to; like if she could understand the lines between she would know something valuable. Something magical, perhaps. How was it that what had seemed eternal could suddenly blow away in the breeze like that? What sort of thing could be so heavy and yet so ephemeral? Where did a person go, when they become someone you didn't know?