a woman strolling up Greenridge
goes slow, pace is steady, arms in
sync. Cars pause a few blocks down
and let space for her to cross the road
without knowing they are doing so.
A certain harmony hums softly… carefully.
The rogue lily blossoms just as the
lavender and oak candle ignites. It’s
a cozy pause, a safe space. Eyes lock
and aim to catch the words not said
with lips that carry intention. Songs
lay as backdrops to exacerbate the
gravity of existence. Life feels
a little in sync, once again.