I miss her. She’s never been completely accessible to me; what moves her has always been secreted away deep inside this child turned woman. But at least when she was in my general vicinity I could watch her, I could look in her eyes and see things ticking away, lights going on and off and feel her energy. The mere fact that she has always been a puzzle to figure out and a mystery to ponder has kept me hopelessly hooked.
Abby is not one for chitchat and of my two children, she is less likely to want to have a heart-to-heart conversation. She would gladly talk with me about number theory or the similarities between ancient and modern Greek- except those things are Greek to me.
Long before she left for college the end of August she turned to the ocean. It is not an exaggeration to say she would prefer to be underwater most all of the time. When she dives she is less like a diver and more like a creature of the sea, poking around in seemingly aimless fashion, floating quietly among sharks, gently communing with turtles.
In this picture I’m not sure what she’s saying. It either has to do with how much air she has in her tank or, more likely, she’s indicating that she saw (and liked) something interesting that was pointed out to her. With Abby, pictures are often worth a thousand words. (submitted to Thursday Challenge for topic "communication")