A smile helps me get out of bed. The smile of an eight year old. Then, I retreat to another room with a cup of hot water. Mornings are not an easy time. Sunlight on my head, the wind on my face. Recently roller skating has given the week a joyful edge. Stretching is also good, removing a kink from the neck. The why is embodied. It is granular.

Appreciate the question about our whys. Feels like a smile, or a kind note, or almost like a friend asking if you made it home. It is this question which drives my return to words. The why is a link. A link from foot to floor, from sky to ground, from me to you. The words are a way to make this link, to show the connections, and to take a magnifying glass to the breaks and repair them.