If we could coax the girl to step out of the mirror, and become grown as she does, we would see a transition.
She was stood at the window anxiously peering out from behind the net curtains. Prior to this she'd been pacing around the room, unnecessarily tidying things: placing things in a particular way on the sideboard; dusting when there wasn't any dust to be rid of. The child watching all of this must of been about [...]
Learn to sit, in a quiet empty space, and become one with the place you belong. The Silent Universe.
Sometimes it's harder to see the good