I love corners. in this one, I see life and death. And patchwork. And an interesting set of lines. I like that the patchwork might be some sort of perspective. I like the idea of piecing a view. I like the how the crack in the glass adds to that perspective in some imaginary way. As if to extend ones sense of space. By dividing it. I love the leg lines and how they begin to form a nest. But not stillness. I love that this is all in a place I call home.
I am leaning in once again. Lest I vibrate outward so much I wander off and disappear.
I have so much to say. But that's enough for today.
Except that I reserve this February, which feels more like April, for holding center. In some quieter way. I'll be quietly here.