Sat, 9 May

Things That Are Not Arranged But Look It: The angle of light through a window in May. A two-year-old already holding something wrong. The way a table fills with people who forgot they were filling it. A woman laughing in the middle of a sentence. The cold blue that presses in while nobody's looking. Candles that don't know they're competing. A thirteen-year-old's face when it fails to be unmoved. The grateful observer, slightly to the side. All of it, every year, again.