the source

This is where it all comes from: the act of walking around a corner and finding a bunch of concrete pavers stacked around a tree in somebody’s front yard.

And the pavers are dyed subtle earthy colors and the grass is bright green, and behind everything is a black iron fence and a plastic watering can in a different green.

And there are eyes to recognize a moment, and tools to record, and a spirit to lift and fly around the neighborhood for no particular reason.

And a few days later, there is a brain to remember and speculate and build it all into something, even though no one is sure what it is going to be.

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