The world is but a sliver between what is above and what is below. A sliver. A möbius treadmill in the playground of consciousness.
I reserve certain mornings for reflection. For long breaths to acknowledge the subtleties that otherwise get lost in the busyness of routines. I spend time in creative spaces that exist beyond verbal descriptions. I review the signposts that I haphazardly missed the first time around. I embrace regret so I might be humble when humanity peers at the reflections in my eyes.
And I love. I love the delicate blue sliver that this world is. Floating in balance between above and below.