Marketplace

Three of us stood in a room where the light was ordinary and the hour was moving toward evening. Syukont was there - someone I have come to know through a loose circle of people who gather now and then to talk through what matters to us, careful with each other in a way that took time to build. Thrukol was there too, a quieter presence in that same circle, someone who reaches out to me sometimes with small gentle words when he thinks of me. And Noa, who I know less well than the other two, but who has sat in enough of these rooms with us that her silences feel familiar now.