It’s more than a word. More than a breeze that stops by
once awhile. It’s a corporeal being. Another space to
explore and sit on and spend time with to get used to. When
you spend too much time in there, that space becomes a part
of you. Or you become a part of it. And at some point it
shows in your daily movement. Like [the thoughts that cross
your mind] when you gaze at an ordinary object, or even when
you’re peeling potatoes at 3 in the morning. The space
rests between your movements, your words. It shows.
— Myrtle
Yvonne