She thinks about applying to school, or takes a class, but stops in the middle, choking on the lack of inward nourishment and support. A woman revs up but continuously falls back. There are more unfinished needlework projects, more never-realized flower beds, more hikes never taken, more notes never written just to say “I care,” more foreign languages never learned, more music lessons abandoned, more weft hanging on the loom waiting and waiting...