swelling.

Up, up, up.

I've never seen an expression be so honest; like dust and trees and cardboard boxes, they just are what they are. You are too.
And though I don't understand every decision that you reach, I can see the gears turning behind your eyes and I know that the spark is not compulsion.

You search. You react. You conclude. You know.

And that's the way it's meant to be because that's the way it's happening. Though, there's still your expressions, your eyes, your blaze.... the rawness of your gaze....
and my honest thoughts to your honest face.

For every bird, last word and shopping cart.

It's amazing how... stagnant the days can sometimes feel, but it's even more so when they're not. When we become stirred, no longer standing water.

The air was nice today; cool, crisp and moving; soft. The walk to class was short.