Within the altogether transient nature of our many moments, we fashion sails to boats, dig foundations for homes, buy new paint for the moon as a previously unimagined tree springs up somewhere.

The world spins on creating new worlds for us to choose from.

We stay, we go, we ponder, we find repose. It’s a dice roll of our hearts, a blind toss of our minds, a faith leap of our many dreams, locked arm in arm, bounding off. Water and color pouring through windows we somehow left open despite not knowing they were there, falling through invisible doors with the willingness of a gust of wind.

Welcome, to your new home, for now.