Seeing your companion beside you for the first time here in the light (it was dark last time I came and saw you both, and I made no grid), I knew there was no way I could fit you both into one grid, not easily, you are far too big for that. The grid will need more squares?!
I never would have thought to of made a grid like this, for you. Leaning here with my back against your trunk as I look up I speak out loud. You are my everything and nothing and all things in between. The grid is made of this.
The band of light that reaches the horizon at dusk or dawn and the light emanating from a galaxy and the feeling of deep space even where there is no visible light at all.
December 17, 2013, 11:08am