Under? I did that. Let it disappear. Just for a moment. Appearing within view.
The meeting places. Intersections. Maybe under, then over, weaving in and out. Sometimes through, or around. Maybe resting now and then. I am leaning in. Talking to myself. I feel that.
Stopped raining. But cold. Way colder than expected. I am restless for outdoor days.
I like the feeling of not knowing where I am on the cloth and still feeling safe.