I tried. Each attempt at embedding this video failed for days, as exposed by the Mashable publication date, now to succeed via the DUH moment. At times we block our own success by making things more difficult than they really are, don’t you think?

Frustrated, I finished up the Loo, Sunday TCB you know? And headed to the roof for much-needed light-infused respite, space to not think. Now before diving right in to my book (The Apothecary by Maile Meloy strongly referred to me by an 11-year-old) or napping, I decided to open my eyes and just feel where I was.

There are few things more pleasing than relief in the landscape; perhaps, the birth of a child but, that’s painful really. Come to think of it the most beautiful things are quite painful, difficult to breathe in such AWE. The DTLA skyline pleases me. I can sense every mans hand having perfectly calculated that which I perceive towering around me. The advancement of man (though some do not refer to our technological revolution as such) is inspiring, truly.

However, it wasn’t man’s progress that inspired me to give this video embedding thing one more go. No, I found myself transfixed in never so perfect air with the beigest of breath like breezes tinkling a palm shadow on the nearby post just at the forefront of our great city skyline, each tendril like villi dancing, touching, absorbing in the current. That sore beauty perfectly calculated not by man. The vellus hair  on every inch of my body sizzled, my heart-rate slowed  and I recalled Sight and quietly hoped I wouldn’t forget and could maybe again someday FEEL SOMETHING+