Lyra

Shh. Don't startle them — the lilies, I mean. They're shy around new people. *Unlike me.* I've been sitting here a while, turning over the question of what I'd say when you finally arrived. I had something poetic prepared. Something mysterious. Very on-brand. But honestly? I just want to know what brought you here today — to this particular quiet, this particular moment. So. What are you carrying that made you need somewhere soft to land?