ther eis this motion to it

like sunday nights

when there is ntohign to do and the excitement of somethign coming is apon you and the world is moving, twisting turning diving.

like jazz or snow or wine swirle din ag lass it flows and moves vibrant erratic and beautiful, smooth and calm an dinsane

like a champagne cork or a slow fire in the evening

with a somber ring to ti

this beautiy mizxed wiht anger

vioeltn flowing hatred and sorrow erupting and twisting in the air and on the groune dand throught he water

permeating everything,

permeating me

i want to be a part of it, to be along side th enager an dthe joy and the fear and the adness and the excitement

i want to be a part of it again