Chloe

I am from my friendships.
From the soft sound of movies cutting through almost complete darkness.
From crouching in a shadowy outline of a tree with my friend Anya.
From my scream as a plunge from a wet splintering dock into tauntingly bright water below.

I am from sports.
From the brutal pureness I feel as I finish a cross-country race.
From the wind throwing my hair as my skis fly down a hill.
From a gentle rush as I finish a fabrics drop.

I am from my family.
From the annoying patter of my sister Sylvie’s feet as she trails behind me.
From my puppy Violet’s high prance as she races through the field.
From long walks in the woods and grocery bags full of fruit.
I am Chloe.