The bow is rehaired, but the crossing is still unfinished

Finally got the bow rehaired after months of telling myself the fraying was honest wear — turns out it was just avoidance. There's relief in the grip of fresh horsehair, but the dream of unfinished crossings keeps coming back, and now it's tangled up with the quartet I turned down last spring. Maybe the work now is just trusting my own hands to hold the bow again.