Day 330 of 2025
“Wing Between Worlds, Memory in Motion”
RECIPE FOR CROSSING
Take one diagonal of aluminum light.
Score it across the morning.
Fold in: fluorescent confidence,
the ochre of a table where strangers
become collaborators become
the reason you flew.
Let the pitch rest at room temperature.
It will rise or it won't.
Garnish with the city grid at altitude—
each lit window a grain of salt.
Serves one. Pairs well
with turbulence, with asking
for the window seat, with landing
somewhere you've already left.