Curious how there are so many ways to be kind. I’ve seen such grace in others that inside me boils passion made of harmless envy and intent admiration. There’s a thunder that rumbles within wanting to envelope the sky. In what, I cannot understand. So I stay childlike, inching closer and closer, reaching out my fingertips to touch the sources of generosity that I’m lucky to witness; as if I’ll somehow be illuminated by association.