you could get lost in here
Kiota showed me a jet-black jacket she'd bought online, each sleeve was sewn with a long zippered pocket on the forearm, lined with crimson, built to carry a concealed hunting knife into these woods at night. Anywhere in the whole thousand acres of them, including right outside her dorm front door. She also worked on a sheath to fit around her calf on the inside near the top of her boot, she could draw it faster from there, if she needed to.
For self-protection against attackers from outside.
Against attackers from inside, a different story, no physical knife would do. As became apparent.
As already was apparent, during the week we spent together.
Our pic is when the afternoon sun was going down behind the libe North side entrances, on campus, a couple days ago... plenty of reflections and sparkle against the dark.
As Bob Dylan wrote:
"I got lost on the river
but I didn't drown;
I got lost on the river
but I didn't go down;
I got lost on the river,
but I got found."
I've just come back here physically now, but it really feels as though I never left before that last April weekend.
Neither did she...
Get lost, get found on the river? I don't think so. There's no river here.
Is there?
crossposting: http://kiota.livejournal.com/54906.html