Are we not full of grace already when we bask in the earth, in what is around us if only it is a street cobbled and pocked by tire groove...

Navigating the roads, the thoroughfares, the swirl of exhaust from motor vehicles tuned and on guard for speed when it suits them to fly ...

The cat-iris greens, the reds of the eyes The dull blinkered yellow of anticipation, Decisions made in a vacuum, air swirling like stars....