Jones at one

Jones at one:

Fish in an aquarium:

Space flowers in flight, timeless in their wisdom.

Music:

Spirits come to make you happy. They move your body and you enter different lives, become more than before.

Speech:

Like rocks placed one in front of another, a path for those who can’t see.

Feathers:

The soft residue of worlds not our own.

Sand:

The idea of forever, where everything is the same size.

Mom:

Her voice, the scent and light of her hair, the home I will always return to.