I love imagining the wind playing bridge’s cables as if they were of a magadis.

I love my chosen lane and I look askance at those who would steer to close.

I love a stroll for views and pauses, where eyes bounce from look to look—as if comprised of caoutchouc.

I love the priceless peace that is those ephemeral moments when the world is won as one—postured for perseverance, perspective, and possibility. ; )