What I may see, and more and more, people, places, objects, ideas, scars, beauty, healing and growth. Changes surround. Weaving, crowd, art fills air, sun, saint, warp, poet places moves, police palm their chests, weft, woman hefts flowers, water under rush, lapis Iazuli, blue is bright. In this fabric, a core identity of strength, I sit right down and write; myself. I search.

Simply attempting the use of my mobile device to blog. Feel funny typing on this teensy said to be keyboard.