Between the chapters, there are words.
Most of the words between the chapters are dark. They have sharp edges and come together like a crown of thorns, winding and dangerous.
The plot in the previous chapter was clear. While we may not have liked every sentence, the paragraphs came together to build something good. We came together to build something good. Something great, even.
The next chapter, though, it has no paragraphs. It's a series of disjointed words, each of them often acting in direct conflict with the others. It's like they are weapons pointed at one another purposely set on destroying the very fabric of that great thing we just built. We can see the danger ahead, but only if we choose to see it.
On the eve of the next chapter, darkness falls. We cannot stop the sun from rising again, nor can we embrace the darkness forever. And so, we continue. Life continues.
Off to dance class. The words between the chapters crowding every thought. Finish dinner. Grab snacks. Get in the car.
The words between the chapters crowding every thought.
FOCUS.
Little one, FOCUS.
The words between the chapters crowding every thought.
"Mila, please come get in the car so we can take sissy to dance."
"Look at the stars! They're bootiful."
And pause. Join the little one in gazing at the sky. Take in the shining lights travelling millions of miles to give us a glimpse of another time. They are indeed beautiful. Take in the wonder and awe of the little one as she lingers in the moment. Linger some more.
We're going to wake up beneath the same stars as we begin this next chapter. Let's not forget to stop and soak in their beauty.