Running on Sunday

Gaits and Years

"Years. Years. Years. I can only do the work. Counting time is a waste of it. I've been at it for years. Do you even remember starting?" A grin creeps into Tiny's left cheek,

"I don't forget the good that's come from a yesterday." Luna nods firm,

"The moving on, that's the motion, the physical, that has to happen, you lead with your head, that helps you, and, look-- what have we got for it?" Luna's arms spread wide as though not trying to contain anything, letting herself be open to all that her smile indicates is good from years of efforts as though she is embracing plopping down on a bed most suitable to her after a day of fulfilling activity. Tiny chuckles,

"Sometimes I don't think you imagined anything turning out this way." Luna doesn't let her arms down and speaks as though fully present, with all her being branching through her words as though a full grown tree in calm weather speaking from her roots through her branches,

"It depends from when you ask me. A younger me only sought routes to security for my self, for others, in a confused-mixed way, and, a time later on through to now, beyond me, a much more aware me. What people call power is fractal to their levels of their current understandings, and, so, in some regard, the processes that lead-- are natural-- in aware context-- and really should be normal to anyone living their life to the best of their developing abilities, aspiring for more in their own life--of life, not for the sake of that which another has, not simply for the sake of it, but, of that which is a personal goal, something sought after for one's furthering, one's growth, one's positive growth that may benefit others in time as well. A person will find many routes in that regard but fulfilling one meaning means fully taking one on." Luna brings her hands to her sides. Tiny listens as though her ears are her mouth finding fresh water floating from the top tip of a glacier,"I didn't know that the inevitable would be so daunting or overwhelming. It's not good for people to feel that way about change. Palin has done a good job of normalizing the normal." Tiny re-adjusts in her seat as though embracing a sip of fresh water streaming from a rock in the middle of a long hike during a hot cloudless-windless summer day,

"Isn't everything normal everywhere?" Luna sighs pacing in the Pole Barn,

"Where's everywhere to you?" Tiny closes her eyes, inhales and exhales. Tiny points and stares at Ont's machine in the Pole Barn,

"What's Ont call that again?" Luna taps the machine with a smile,

"Gyro. A shame really. Clyde, Ont, and Gelsh... A person can take a matter too far-- and look what honing talent can create. He is losing a lot of business because he is disposing his sickness." She extends an opening hand at the bodies while shaking her head as though introducing an opening act, "If Gyro could fix people." Tiny stands,

"I might have to take a chance with Gyro fixing my shop." Luna glances at Tiny,

"Even with an emergency shutdown?" Tiny sucks her teeth,

"Yeah. The knockout gas might be running low and I'll have to check cameras for visuals before entering." Luna nods sitting. She closes her eyes listening to chirping,

"Hungry? Thirsty? Dirty? Horny? Want to play? Want to play? Where are you? What do you want to do? Let's go. Where? Why? Because." Tiny chuckles,

"Luna. You're doing that thing again." Luna smirks,

"I know. I have to let nature get to me. I don't understand animals. Their natural drive is so interesting, yet, they can be trained, and people that like animals like them either way." Tiny nods slow staring at Luna. "Why do you think people train animals?" She turns to Tiny rubbing her hands along her thighs and knees trying to figure out an answer,