It comes at you suddenly and in the most unsuspecting of ways.
The words whirling around like dust provoked by the swooping touch of fingers on a windowsill, my body sits curled up miles high, eyes fixated on the crescent moon that rests just above the wing of the plane, while my mind opens the door and allows the dust to have one last hoorah before all goes still.
Before it settles.
Before it clears.
Before thoughts take shape out if the stillness and the eagerness to create something.
To make sense of anything.Read More