it feels like things settle into their grooves and the click-together of the puzzle presses in. Smooths out.
And I look around and am, like, maybe hearing the whisperhush you're right on time, Steph.
The warm tea, the jam band kitchen dancing, the eyes closed, the mis-matched, the strange, the out-of-the-ordinary, the kind, the yarn, the Heart, the living.
It's like of all the things I get to do in the meantime of this life, on the way to wherever I am on my way to, this is what I always wanted and
I didn't even know it.