Catarina put her hand up. She spoke loudly to project her voice.

Melissa watched as Catarina spoke, she heard the curves and corners of her accent. Catarina gesticulated. Behind Catarina’s hands and the profile of her face, the buildings turned blue under the lilac sky.

The blue buildings and the lilac sky filled her. She felt something like sureness in her body. Sureness that came from the words that Catarina spoke and the one hundred people listening with intention, who would discuss and think together into the night. They could make anything, unmake anything; the world stretched itself for them, as expansive as time, open and opening, mid pirouette

Melissa closed her eyes. She let herself fold into the night. She felt herself un bind.