" the long ride, the wayward route "


just making a kink in the taut rope of each day. a deliberate disruption in the way is all seems to be going at any given time.

not a delineation from a semblance of a path, but giving yourself the opportunity to alter plans at any given moment. all it takes is a whisper of a thought; we can be all of the best parts of ourselves at any given moment. and why only for one moment? why not all the time?

experimentation with conversation, making a conscious decision to make a left turn or wait in a spot to see what will happen. so many different outcomes, and we do our best through it all.

frit in a sea of sea-glass, the one eyelash in between the surface and the lid, fuzz and squawks in the white noise radio silence. everything valid and neither good nor bad, and at all times striving to find the right balance in all things.