Life is good. Do you think it's possible to throw yourself a curve ball? How often do we surprise ourselves? I feel it's often enough that it becomes unnoticeable and taken for granted. But once in a while an idea, whether a new discovery, or a seed planted ages ago, comes along that completely transforms you. Sometimes these ideas are pillow feathers blown in the wind; Unpredictable and deliriously amusing. The mundane air suddenly transforms into a batter of matter finally formed, dancing and caressed by these...ideas. These feathers.
I am the air. Today (I'm generalizing for relatively recent life events) a pillow commits harakiri (sepuku) and I am once again, changed. I am the air.