release

i had wings once...but they were stolen from me...

smash the glass, take them back

homage to my flaneur

first instinct, second guess...
advice

walking through puddles
“notice what you notice”
we leave these things for others to find

eyes open
hearts open
minds open

notebooks...
open
be ready

stop (in the middle of the crowd)
energy swirls and we see
time slows

kindness
homeless
*blink*

little gifts of gods in details

sit still
ask
walk
look down

tiny black beaded bag with a red bill or two
and nothing more

maybe we see better in the rain…