“In the pines where the sun never shines and we shiver when the north wind blows.”
— In The Pines (Appalachian Folk Song)
Our shared space hangs heavy. Looking out, mist suspended on mountaintops. All we do is sit and look—always waiting and looking, barely blinking. Forever listening, speaking nothing. My silence stuck in the throat, yours souring the gut. There’ll be no running away or going back to uplifting thoughts. Just looking straight into the longest, saddest folk song ever sung.