Innigkeit (nach außen)
Looking out on Union Bay amid the last dying light of the December sun,
a creeping coldness limns my toes. This, I am reminded, is what it is
to be alive. Not the beauty of the world, or some satisfaction
on a day well spent, but just the fragile thisness of it all.
This place, this light, these toes.
This stillness resonating in me.