The lines embrace the essence of what I am subject to create. My bike ride to work was that of a new spring day.. Thank God there isn't one hundred hours in a day. That would just be too many...
New start to the same journey. I see a clearer path, as if each move is part of a practiced dance, still leaving room for error. Seeing the shadows, is what I need to learn to create, that is where the silhouette comes from.
Pushing aside the inevitable, our world is coming to an end. I just pray each day that God delivers me home when all the ruins begin to fall.
I'll be wearing my best dress... & fur.