Swirling effortlessly.

Clouds and brushstrokes.

A mess of colors, come together. Blend.

Dots, pulled. A mess. A hair.

A little bit different.

This pull that way, this color another way.

Up and down, spirals , in and out. Around. On the board. Crossing over.

Blue and Pink and Purple. Meshing together.

Why can’t we?

Circles and loops and forms and

Triangles

What?

Patterns.

The more I review, the more I see. How did I not see it?

Distance and Hindsight.

A beautiful, sunny day. Cold. Running, playing, not bending over.

Pain.

Some things the same, others also the same.

Fly away little birdie.

The horizon holds the secret.