Can you see it?
See what?
It is dancing, dancing with the air.
Quick moves, as if it was scared, but constant.
Sure.
Flows, gently.
Warm light.
They’re the same thing, moving with the same rhythm as a magic synchrony.
And no one notices.
But they don’t need to.
It doesn’t matter.
An ephemeral forever.
That may be forgotten.
But that won’t.


[Mrs. K i t e ]
that might be the problem... the lack of ....