Hilda 6/6

Everyone knows that a watched thing is a changed thing. The tracking of moods, of coordinates, of sleep and fruits altered Hilda’s life three degrees. She has added the columns and plotted the data and sees exactly what she needs to do next. The book’s song is clear like bells or like the high smell of winter. Hilda tosses her book into the fire and pulls her cloak tight for the trip into next year. Godspeed.