The rain came a day late. I was in the middle of flying on a trapeze, a thing I’ve never done, when Max finished with his fitness testing, “I saw you fly.” He waved the pics he took of me insisting I pay attention. So many of our conversations stem from snapchats, the space between knowing and articulation. I forgot what I was supposed to be doing today. Something about how I ended up in the trapeze quite by accident; a called off shift on a slow day when the sky drew scarlet ribbons into dawn.
