Eyes open.
Eyes closed.
When we know the way.
Sunday morning...
Sunday morning at Mom and Dad's.
The dew on the back screened porch.
When we play...
Everyday fuel...
Last night.
A typical scene on a typical day during a typical week.
Nourishment of another kind.
Everyday fuel.
H E L P ...
Freezing rain.
A two hour school delay.
Some work.
Some scrolling.
And a feeling in the pit of my gut that just won’t go away.
It’s an impossible thing really.
But it moves me to do things.
Good things.
It’s this..
Help.
Whoever.
However.
Wherever.
Whenever
There’s no one size fits all.
Magic happens when I think outside of me.
Always has.