all the ordinary people, groggy eyed and unsettled of the index finger, turning the steering wheel of their ordinary car, closing the scritchy door behind the scritchy dog, may not know but here am I in my crumbly window seat with my drippy heart and sharp gas from eating too much of a favorite, and I see how the morning stormlight turns, two seconds of rainbow, and a slow blessing of light and water as silver mist anoints us all for a tender moment
Yes, and the misty certainties, thankfully noted by the Heart’s scribe who notices the tenderness…thanks.