goo'morning. how'd you sleep. it was cozy up in here. i found this pair of delicato squash binoculars yesterday. luck. how it all happens is a mystery. maybe it all comes down to attachment. what or who we're attached to. the focus revolves on who. the question is circling you. it grows when it breaks down too. leaves beam light then soften the ground then enjoin the soil that grows into trees. it falls together even when it falls apart. it breaks down to rise. the color of leaves falls through your eyes, down to your feet. light steps on leaves, each a falling toward, feeling toward how, why everything happens at the same time, one by one, during samhain, apart and together, already known in the bones, at one with this curious place.