The Light of the Sukkah was almost a physical thing, alllmost. Zelda closed her eyes and raised her face up, feeling slivers of light on her eyelids & nose, whatever sun came through the narrow slats of the temporary roof. Meticulously constructed in thorough joy, meditative energy imbued in every step of the process, there was nothing- no, nothing like it. A little shift of wind & the strips of light danced on her eyelids. "Yes," she thought as she smiled "I could almost spread this on challah!" Her smile grew large enough to break her reverie, and her eyes opened. She glimpsed the men briefly, who were engrossed in the morning prayer. She raised her eyebrows to herself as she stretched, surprised at her relief at lack of responsibility, well, of that particular kind. Women didn't need to pray nearly as much as the men. She peered at them again, admiringly, and pulled her coffee to her lips. She felt much warmer just then; she also felt it was not attributable to that tiny sip. She wondered also if she was blushing, but didn't really care. She thought just then to dip her toes in the pool and resolved yes, to do it, but later. She breathed very deeply then, closing her eyes and catching the scent of tree branches overhead. She was happy. She held who she wanted to be.
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