How does anyone accomplish anything ever surrounded by the complexity and beauty of the world and the knowledge it will be gone in a heartbeat?
The rain is wrecking my day, but I need it to stay because when it hits my skin I remember I am physical, here now and soon to be gone.
What have I broken and what have I built?
My honeysuckle is starting to open, suspended on a structure on which I clumsily drilled and hammered in a desperate desire to become
permanent.
