Fly this girl as high as you can into the wild blue
Savannah sat out every night and watched the moon. She watched as it grew fat and round and she thought of that first night with John. She watched as it shrank to just a sliver and then went dark and she thought of all the times she'd never paid the moon any mind. She found herself holding her thumb up to it at the horizon and then again when it hung high in the sky. It was a trick of light, just perspective that made it seem bigger when it rose. It was always the same size, even here where the stars were weird.
But that was at night when the darkest thoughts crept into her mind. That was at night before she cuddled up in her bed and squeezed her eyes shut tight to keep out the what ifs. What if her parents couldn't ever find her. What if John got shot or blown up. What if Tim forgot all about her. What if she couldn't pull herself out of this blue funk she was in. What if John's coin was a sign. And then what if...what if this and what if that and the thoughts gnawed at her.
She was better in the daylight. She was getting better with making sure she put herself out there. She worked in the barn, brushing all the horses. Even the scary looking one when it would even let her close. She worked in the children's room and the kids were just great. It was easy to get out of her own head when she had to worry about little ones and where the yellow crayon had gone and who needed a diaper change and who wanted a snack and who needed to lay down for a nap. She loved holding them when they would tolerate being held. And when she wasn't doing either of those, Savannah went surfing.
If there was anything about this place that she had noticed it was just how much time and opportunity a body had to just think. When she surfed she quit thinking. He brain just turned off and she concentrated only on the water, the waves, her balance, the sun, and the board. When she surfed she didn't need to think of anything else. But she could only surf for so long and then she had to come back to reality.
Savannah sat on the beach. She'd pulled off her wet suit and sat in just a modest one piece. It felt good in the sun on the sand. She watched the waves breaking and let her hair dry to salt-sticky strings. There was time later for a shower. For now she just wanted to sit on the beach and contemplate the sliver of moon that still hung in the sky during the morning hours and what she could do on the island that would be something beyond herself. Something she could do to help someone else. Something like that would surely heal her heart.
[Any stretch of beach that's handy. She's thinky but she's in a good mood to meet just anyone :) ST is just fine.]
But that was at night when the darkest thoughts crept into her mind. That was at night before she cuddled up in her bed and squeezed her eyes shut tight to keep out the what ifs. What if her parents couldn't ever find her. What if John got shot or blown up. What if Tim forgot all about her. What if she couldn't pull herself out of this blue funk she was in. What if John's coin was a sign. And then what if...what if this and what if that and the thoughts gnawed at her.
She was better in the daylight. She was getting better with making sure she put herself out there. She worked in the barn, brushing all the horses. Even the scary looking one when it would even let her close. She worked in the children's room and the kids were just great. It was easy to get out of her own head when she had to worry about little ones and where the yellow crayon had gone and who needed a diaper change and who wanted a snack and who needed to lay down for a nap. She loved holding them when they would tolerate being held. And when she wasn't doing either of those, Savannah went surfing.
If there was anything about this place that she had noticed it was just how much time and opportunity a body had to just think. When she surfed she quit thinking. He brain just turned off and she concentrated only on the water, the waves, her balance, the sun, and the board. When she surfed she didn't need to think of anything else. But she could only surf for so long and then she had to come back to reality.
Savannah sat on the beach. She'd pulled off her wet suit and sat in just a modest one piece. It felt good in the sun on the sand. She watched the waves breaking and let her hair dry to salt-sticky strings. There was time later for a shower. For now she just wanted to sit on the beach and contemplate the sliver of moon that still hung in the sky during the morning hours and what she could do on the island that would be something beyond herself. Something she could do to help someone else. Something like that would surely heal her heart.
[Any stretch of beach that's handy. She's thinky but she's in a good mood to meet just anyone :) ST is just fine.]