From here, we are. Reversals make homes as bindings cradle bones. Dandelion spring is a life spreader, as if the seeds of destiny were jagged yellow suns, intent on dryness and flight. Cardinals are direction, an almost squeal that comes off high and sends the red message from the blueness to the bark and limb. To meander: to go from no place to no where. Space makes why out of time while when waits for how to engineer a dusty long-term nest. Two nostrils, two ears, two eyes, chiseled from teeth and lips and jaws.