The nature of stillness dissolves like the waning of light.
I need to go dancing, ignoring instincts when asked,
if I have forgotten to get to the truth.
I wondered why this life.
The intricacies of urge and chattering.
The tendency to arrange ladybugs
after I thought I was looking at a flower
that no longer fell like beauty and young fingers.
Monica Rico, 2016
The Raw and the Cooked: Adventures of a Roving Gourmand, by Jim Harrison