Late night musings...
Listening to Kate Bush and allowing random thoughts to drift in and out... and then something starts shaping... aknowledging a fact, an idea, a feeling...
And it fits...
The Fit:
one piece
followed by another
as it lands
a satisfactory clicking sound
says:
this is where I fit
this is where I belong.
Then another sound
a new one
the fit is weird
a deep click
the tension lingers
but it relaxes.
And another piece
and another sound
never the same.
And the bizarre
starts feeling familiar
no more adjustments
everything in its place
