Echo Mountain

by Lauren Wolk

Which was when I learned that loneliness shared is loneliness halved.

that life is a matter of moments, strung together like rain. To try to touch just one drop at a time, to try to count them or order them or reckon their worth—each by each—was impossible.

“Sometimes things seem to happen out of order, or in an order of their own, but they make perfect sense if you don’t worry too much about how they ought to line up.”