It seems there are beginnings happening all the time.

Just as there are also endings happening all the time. 

Sometimes they are connected and sometimes not.

 

Here I am at another beginning.

Beginning again to write in this form, in this “place” that is not a place. 

It is a window.

A window in time.

A window into this world of mine…

Or at least a piece of it. 

 

Thank you for being here. 

In this moment.

This breath.

This beginning.