Seminal Shore

A lot has changed for me in this past year. It’s funny. Clouds move with the wind.

A center is something you shoot for. Bullseye. Tracking the flight can lead to unexpected places. I’ve found myself here in the moment, saying thank you.

Spring brings out ice cream trucks, and with it the screams of little wild things. It can be hard to remember that joy; when the sun kisses your skin and a breeze cools you back down, memories grace us.

Our bodies move through time, as much as space, along the path of least resistance. The terms iron clad. Glazing it all to watercolor.

And it goes on, everything changing. A story written for you. I watched kids play softball today. Following the arc of the orb through the sky.