Tearing Away at the Edges

Airnote  ·  Kanna  ·  Sep 9, 2026

Not feeling great, Yu said.
We went out for a walk, out the door, no destination decided — just walked, slowly.

Sat down together on the stone rim around the spring.
The same place from eight nights before. In daylight, it was a place made of light.
The green of watercress, the yellowish moss, the water clear straight to the bottom.

Asked — feeling any different?
Yu said — like the edges of clouds tearing away, drifting off.

I thought — maybe it's enough, today, for it to just tear away at the edges, without clearing all at once.

We looked up at the same sky for a while.
Only the sound of water flowed on, quiet.