September 27th Musings. Love, bianca

Ricki was my first push. She gave me lots of weight which sent her head back towards my own. Good to shake that first anxiety around intimacy with a friend. After that, I waited. Long time. Finally, a man rounded the corner that met my eyes. Impatience had bred bravery in me and I met his gaze openly. I spoke my first 'fully heard sentence to stranger' to him. I confessed my desperation and he shrugged casually a generous yes. Later, I spoke to a man who said he walks up this hill every day at six o clock and has for the past decade. He let me walk him half way. My last lift was to a familiar face, Ian, who had come down especially for the project. After I pushed him up with my head, I began a solo. I felt shy up there in front of Virginia Inn diners, far away from the home base. The top is certainly a different and less experienced landscape.