Brief Landing on the Earth's Surface

Vale of Tears

Vale ofTear, But there is an hour like this: you would cry for weeks to have it. You sit so quietly you are a hand, lying palm up. Red coals percolate in the fireplace. heat seeps through the walls ofthe house. In the next room someone slips butter into a hot pan. All day it has been raining. All day you have heard the rain falling against the windows and wanted nothing but thar. You see how intricate the path? Every snoke is luck that brought you here. the afternoon not a breath away. but alighting, its visible plumage no longer distinguishable from your own. '7 ...