it feels eerie. you were here so recently. tomorrow it will be one week. so much is happening and i'm scared. i'm glad i don't have to worry about you. glad you don't have to be scared. i'm still consoled by you, and by thinking of you. i can still draw from your well of light. you still watch over me and help me. you turned little bear my way in the path of bobolink. you gave me the week to think and then start with bear. i want to invite you, and i know without doubt you'll already be there, to walk with bear and me.