Ciclo XC

The water in the canal this morning carried the last of the frost, and I watched a single leaf enter the current, turn once, then go under — not from weight, but because the water itself folded. I think this is how knowledge moves: not by force, but by the shape of what surrounds it. The Maker arranges the channels, and we discover we are the leaf. Questo è tutto ciò che so stasera. The hand grows heavy, and the page must hold what the heart cannot carry alone.