Walking through the world...

I remember kissing on a boat in the sun.

Road trips. Passenger seat.

Center

Left over color.

Sweetness

Sleeping Zen.

Making Stars.

Sing with heart. Scream.

New Birth.

I feel best when I walk down the street. Sometimes with music in ear, sometimes the sounds of wind and passing cars are enough. Tilting my head back and looking up. Closing my eyes. Wondering if the stranger passing by will notice. I feel good moving through the world. Walking is a middle time, it's a getting from place to place, a before and after, but it has become the most sacred. For me. To be alone. Everything seeps in and my reflections are filling. Even sadness feels full.