If only it could encompass her wholly, make her blue and everywhere for everyone. Be a cloud for someone’s rainy day, be the sun for someone’s light. Be the sky as someone’s everything, and everyone’s infinity. What a blessing and curse it must’ve been, to be so lovely.
Spirits of the lush raced through the plains. Her ankles and legs were tickled all over, and Batu flanked by the nature spirits of the earth and Sayana rounding over hillside to be at his, just behind, and watching the horseman’s eyes shepherd home, smiling. Home everywhere.
She is a good mother.