The wild ordinary…

…is a place
…a feeling.

It runs alongside everything.

We all share it.
And there’s no telling where it will take us.

It’s recognizing the fragility in the everyday.
How little we control.

It’s accepting there’s a shelf life to all of this.
To all of us.

It’s leaning into wherever we find ourselves and whomever we’re surrounded by.

It’s a knowing…
…that we don’t know.

Even my words here could never capture it.