He never suffered as we did. We could all
see each other in our misery. I could
move nothing. I was left only my sight
and my thoughts, my desires.
The freeing was so simple, it was as if it
didn’t happen. A passing butterfly sat on
my shoulder like a kiss. Then another,
then another, as if the butterflies called to
each other, suddenly there were
hundreds. I felt as though I could fly.
That’s what movement feels like when
you’ve been still so long.
When it was don R