Cherubell

Who was I to question reality? As the light fractured into its familiar colors, I questioned again. I balanced my treaded foot on a granite surround, these words etched deep: 'It's not the size of the person in the fight, but the size of the fight in the person.' This balancing act in a garden within a sanctuary became my new reality. A crossroads, a junction, a tightrope walk between the firm, enduring granite and the sodden grass of the everyday. A sense of poetic inevitability washed over me