Have you ever woken up and felt absolutely *different*? Like, weirdly lighter? Shrinking from the weight of yesterday, as if moments flitted like fireflies through your fingertips(1).
And what was that book, “The Spirit of Transformation,” that said something about tides? Oh right, callbacks of the ocean whisper our names to be redefined, just ask a crab.(2)
Caterpillar dreams—are they about becoming fluffy monarchs or just avoiding the mint plants? This could be an entire philosophical debate. Happy Hour at the local butterfly bar, or just an excuse to flutter by?(3)
And what about the sock quandary? Do they symbolize a meaner life pursuit? Or merely our legacies intertwined, lost without their mates?(5)
The smell of coffee to stir the past reciprocates mornings filled with absences—whiffed yet never grasped, like trying to recount the petals of a dandelion in the wind.