Even with Perseverance
from Out With Lanterns
At some point, she became so tired. Giving up galloped past her shoulder, looking enticing. Maybe she needed a break. Not of a bone. Not of her spirit, not again. She needed a leather mitt to catch some rest, to go easy, go right, go her way. She needed to laugh from her belly, not her throat. She needed a long night's sleep. She needed some things to come easily. She needed to sigh into a reset, then clap both hands on the armrests, push herself up and back out, decide if she wanted to try again.
