You brought a smile to my face when you were being yourself, and I was there, just watching: Silent observer, witness to your light.
I think of time, and how it passes without our knowing: one minute it’s there, next minute it’s gone – You try to hold on, but again, it slips through your fingers.
I sit here, outside, until I’m ready to sit there, inside I feel like tangled-up wires, all pulling; I’ll wait until they feel more settled.
I love the way the light falls on the trees, paints the leaves in secret colours, hidden hues, for a moment, until you blink, until a cloud passes through.
I remember sitting on that carpet leaving my shoes at the door crossing the room crossing legs on the floor anxious trepidation afraid to be called but called upon and speaking without reservation without restraint and being seen and being heard and being held I remember being loved.