She knew what to do. A small bag with a few necessities, her paper, her pencil. She had not forgotten how to travel light. She walked out the door, closed it behind her. The poet walked down the road, not looking back. She had gone out and come back once before. She knew the house would be there when she returned.
The poet walked and walked and walked and walked. She was stronger now than she had been before. She was not yet tired when she reached the crossroads, the signpost, the two crows perched atop it. She slung her bag to the ground, took a deep breath, and then another. The poet smiled up at the crows.
"Hello, Stephan. Hello, Nathan. It's good to see you."