Some weeks you carry an unlooked-at weight the whole way through, setting it down for no one, including yourself.

Lead-dark indigo, the shade of a room with the lamp low. It carries the cool of worn stone and the quiet of a far door closing.

An unlooked-at weight gets heavier the longer it goes unmet. It heals nothing and hurries nothing — it holds a steady place across the week to sit with what you've been carrying, a little at a time.