Smaller looking at the outside massive looking in.

Immense, vast, full of custard light waves and oceans of blueberry pods; dark with nothing yet fierce as the brightest diary prose.

Shining on the mirrors of gratitude, tsunami’s of smiles. Lifting, giddily jostling, surprised rivulets of recognition. Of a sight and sign that has been there since existence.

Waiting and dancing for acceptance, as patient as a windless sea. To feel it wrap around and envelope a sparkling beat of jazz glide, floating in sheets of rhythm, taps and fire.

Dynamic bolts of form and syllables of expression: undulating a room with eyes on precise viewpoints each asking an important question.

Always responsive to engage in conversation ideas to render and tether back. Tendrils and tendrils of inclusion and familiar dialect that always made sense.

Each voice singing to a choir and exulting in cascades of reflection. Privileged to inhabit this moment of perpetuating vastness, clear and dense as a black twilight pond. Knowing I live there.
Immensity of place.