although she sighs and seems to endure my whims,
when i ask her if she would like to take a picture,
she goes to the spot.

it occurs to me that she
has a sense of purpose. i mean
of my purpose.

   and a certain pride in working it. work it, hilde.

 she makes it clear, she has her own threshold.

she has her own reasons. 
i'm only happy if
one of them is mine.