Postcards from the Islamic Heritage Festival

but as I sat and swayed (read the previous post for the thread)
I wondered about the constant choosing of spaces and places.
As you transit, you make new nooks and corners.
That then becomes a way of seeking comfort and a way of being.
This search for that most comfortable place takes you to new places and newer ideas..
the comfort of mind and ideas, the freedom to say and be.
to this evening that I spent
as the breeze rose through me.