Night Sounds

by evergreenovella

Smooth and soft swells this March evening. It is warm enough to stay out after dark, with only our voices and the back-light of the indoors to ground our conversation.

“Tell me your story.” A terrifying demand or a cherished opportunity?

Whether you believe it or not, we do all have a story to tell–one of worth, even if not in the ways you would expect.

All the learning seems to happen outside of class.

For outside these walls, we allow ourselves to open up just enough for the facts to form truer fictions.