2025-05-23_She

She works. She runs. She smiles.
She has a warm, beautiful smile. it will become weathered.

She is not graceful often, but she does not try to be. She does not need to be. She moves with purpose, widely. She sits at a table, her hair falling over her shoulders on both sides, and onto her back in the middle. She has a beanie with her, even though it’s May. Her face is still, concentrated. The ritalin is working. She can stay like this for hours, working continuously on her assignments, organizing her calendar, writing her thesis.
She sits at home, in her wgs kitchen. The fruit tea she made five minutes ago sits next to her laptop. She will not drink it. She does not like fruit tea. She made it for someone else. She takes care. She does not require or expect her friend to clean the mug when it’s empty. And her friend knows this. And she’ll say: ‘das musst du wirklich nicht machen, aber vielen Dank’ when they eventually do it anyway. She listens to music coming from a speaker behind her. It’s the only thing that makes her move that isn’t work while she’s in this state. Sometimes she’ll swing side to side, though never excessively. She creates a space, a feeling of directed activity with her presence. It can be felt even when it is not observed. She is more than her body, although she’s never said this out loud to her friend. She just is it. She is it directly. She does not get up. Her friend does, and starts stretching. She is asked if she needs a quick break. She would not have taken it without this question. She gets up, and starts stretching as well.