wind stirring outside warm insistent it glides through the window open slides across my skin cool in contrast with the radiant heat of me, open
yes open. yes.
things change sometimes in ways you look back realize they have been for how long now? yes all this time & now wondering how this began & happened all the while knowing how necessary it was, this unawareness, because it left you open.
yes.
there is geometry in the humming of the strings ... there is music in the spacing of the spheres ~~ Pythagoras
