I am Tahasi Massk
Stillness of night has settled on the sprouting fields of grain. We walk with fingers twined together. Summer air feels like silk on our skin. The waning moon will not rise until near morning, so the stars multiply to fill the midnight blue sky. These are the moments that defy description. Does anyone really know what this moment feels like without having experienced it? Tonight, there are long spaces between the words. It is not the anxious kind of silence, with unspoken words arrayed in opposing camps. It is potent kind of quiet, where shared stillness flows from inside to fill the space between us.