lines that bind

Glitter and gold and a red and green bow tied to a pole, houses wrapped up like presents in the snow.


Smiling out the other side of the face a wealth of coloured shapes hide on the top of a fire hydrant.


Like the bird scratches of a Japanese water colour, the lines minimally mark the shape of a flower growing like a tire track in the snow.


Seen between the sharp and hazy lines is a shape defined by what harbours in the furthest reaches of our mind.