darling, you don't know the power that you have

[cimorene]

*flexes fingers* i can see the ribbony edges of the domlijah before me. getting ready to reach out and grab them, as have been left in solitude to gather myself together. and spring. the sky is damningly blue, with sunlight on the slopes of tin roof whiter than white and dizzy sweeps of clouds dancing just out of reach of the spires of the chapel. oh, my, let it be spring.