Pulled up and just as i pushed my creaky old car door open so i could step out, this little Gem flew right in and landed on my wrist. But it did not trickle in or sorta flow in with any kinda grace. It had all the aggression and passion of somethin that's thrown/flung/chucked! I wonder what i'm meant to learn. And i am grateful for these tender moments punctuating my arrogant days and nites with little brittle question marks instead of solid sordid stops and starts.