Something is occuring.

Do you see them, single file? Deep in the woods.

When the clouds are low you can see them catch the flicker 

And when the wind blows east there is a scent.





I was once a door. But the last door is just a door.


In a wall, unremarkable, open, ajar.


Go ahead give it a push.





 

dReaming

Being

thinKing

dOing