Clouds like the letters— it looks like a divine message overhead

A perfect spring day— one where the unusual has become the norm. Where the pad of steps has sunk into the streets and now you follow along the memory of previous versions of yourself.

It’s the fresh breath of learning in finding and making many kinds of homes.

The sky was glorious— I stood and saluted with my presence. Giving it all the attention I had to bear

Flecks of black winging into distant clouds overhead.

Such a tapestry this world weaves.