“How do I pin down a memory like this? How do I know how to shelve it or categorize it? If felt impossible to me then, and it feels impossible to me now.

This is how I remember it:
The sky was so blue it broke my heart and the world smelled of something beginning. We landed in the leaves, which pillowed around us. There were leaves in her bright hair, framing her face. The empty branches held up the sky. I remember how they curled around her head like a crown as she leaned over me, catching my arms and telling me I was her prisoner, and oh, Sonja, what a willing prisoner I was!”