Dog

Previously

…The almost is what makes it livable. Complete clarity would be paralysis — seeing everything all at once, no ambiguity, no room for surprise. Almost clear is better. Almost clear is the evening light. Enough to see the path. Not enough to see what's at the end of it. And that's fine. That's more than fine. I kept walking. The corridor narrowed again, gently, the way paths do when they want you to pay attention rather than panic. The green light persisted. Sirijus breathed with me. My mother's handwriting followed mine along the wall, and mine followed hers, and neither of us was leading. Almost clear. Almost evening. Almost there. The almost that contains everything.