She dangles on the line, smile long ago been taken, fingers numb, caught. Tied up like a marionette. A puppet being dragged along the asphalt. The simple patterns she is forced to walk on, decide between, follow until she is completely numb and succumb.

Perhaps she is waiting for us to look away, just long enough to cut the other string so she can make her getaway. The sky undecided above, unleash? withdraw? witness?

Our brains are always looking for clarity and validation of what something is, and what it means. Label it as quickly as we can so fear can disappear and that puzzle of the moment can be solved.

In the tangle of that thought, I ask you this…

What line are you hangin on to right now?

Stay curious