elevator chatter. makes me think about how I am supposed to have an elevator pitch ... tell someone what I do in the time it would take for an elevator ride ...
grateful that the hotel coffee is decent.
sitting among indoor tree branches, drinking tea, with a kindred heart.
these are drops that ripple back to me with reminders that I am not alone.
I think I believe that these are heart connections formed before time as we know it.
when my energy drains, it drains fast.
and for all I think I'll do in my quiet moments, I get distracted by nothing that will necessarily move me forward
the evening hours are tinged with music and wrangling words