My compatibility isn’t with the seekers of this world. It’s with the person who can understand me while keeping two feet on the ground.

I find my peace in the patterns of this world.

listening to Wallflowers at home to a beautiful Seattle summer night. Love echoes of old in the realm of the new. Watching boats come in. I wonder what happens when those who disappear return home. At a crosswalk today, a beautiful little boy with holy brown eyes was telling his dad how he couldn’t let the girl he likes find out that he’s an alien, because it would scare her.