I forget to pause in the moments between things. To see the world as it is rather than as the thing I have come from or am going to....

flight reminds me not to trust my eyes not to allow myself the luxury of thinking the sun-touched backside of clouds could...

Short pilots Sequential delay Limp burger Loneliness Caught in flight pattern Worn out shoes

settle now wordly vibrations flying fear cliffside trees now pool at lake's edge painter's brush At this height grided city lights barred...