We drew a labryinth on the patio.
I walked it.
Breathe in, four steps.
Breathe out, four steps.
The boy jumped in front.
And stopped.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
He hopped away.
Breathe in, four steps.
Breathe out, four steps.
A split second.
Our lives.
䷛䷪
to spread white rushes underneath
no blame