My memory is leaning into tales of vague secrecy…pouring through the piles of moments and assessing the facts, as they are remembered, mutated, transformed. It is a wonder to trace the lines of my face against the mirrors reflection. I pause to line up, adjust the angle and sidle slowly up against the glass. I am two sides of one coin. I am on the other side of myself. From both perspectives I am sipping fireberry tea and feeling sympathetic to the duality of all things and the reconciling it requires. I know there are no coincidences, these are synchronicities and they lead to songs.
Make a wish.