A sketch.

A sketch of a life, of a dream, of an image, of an idea.

Of words, pictures, thoughts.

Nothing permanent or detailed.

An idea, a snippet, a moment that can flex, change and grow.

Becoming something and nothing, at the same time.

The doors and windows are wide open.

Things can change, come, go, linger, rest at any given moment.

We are visitors here and we take what it has to offer.

We give what we are able and ready to give.

We explore, we test, we stretch, we question, we discover, we win, we lose.

But it was never ours to start with.

We are visitors.

Charged to leave things, better than we found them.