against the vast sapphire sphere flits a jackdaw. in black and green. constantly distracted by all the shiny. savory. and at times apathetic aromas of life. until whoosh. a daunting gust. and time catches up. ensnares. takes on the heavy hand of indifferent momentum. where one can be dragged into the ether. or ride the unrelenting updraft. prepared for unknown variables.
drapes can veil the surrounding world. soften. encapsulate a space. a moment. where nothing outside can penetrate. these sheers. airy material never meant to buffer more than subtle breezes. now take on the duty of deluding her thinking that no one can see. her state of distracted glowing bliss. where light finds and energizes. no matter which sill she tiptoes on.