6/26/17 Notes to Myself: Dreams, like water droplets cling to the slippery, sharp edge like water droplets. Waiting to fall or evaporate into something else. Yet there they are so beautiful from the outside. Perfect in their form before they have begun to travel. Shall I go up close and look inside their shiny reflection? Feeling compelled perhaps to take a deep breath and BLOW for curiosity sake or for my own to see what happens. Oops! I think I started something.... Like water droplets beginning to travel with out apparent direction. Will gravity hold up lest they fall apart? Or lest they fall together and become something more than was expected.