Always busy, creating with her hands, her nails, her paintbrushes, attentive to everyone. Winter, the children, the grass. Counting the pelicans at odd hours. Feeling the cold. You can go down to the basement, raise Betta splendens fish, their infinite variety of colors. They love mosquito larvae.
But you are still the dragon trainer. You clean their scales and watch them enter the realms of chaos. Any music is an inspiration if we have the slowness to feel it.
The price of freedom is so high. Only those who tear off their skin and have the strength to fight and leave behind, suffer, and reinvent themselves from within. Can feel its warmth. We fight because options are running out, we hang daguerreotypes, we paint the walls, and we let the sun wake us every morning, even from memory, with our arms outstretched, painting or rearranging words. You are a true creative example, a woman and an artist.