A knight has his armor. A monk has his tricivara. And a craftsman has his tool.
At some point in our lives, we develop a very special relationship with something of the inanimate that far exceeds our expectations and crosses that invisible but clear, intimate line. A trusted listener who knows our story because it’s part of it.
A mile they say. Well these border to border boys will spit you out at step one and tell none.
A tone signals the next adventure. I glance down with clarity and sureness and see the hidden smile. How?- It’s all in the eyes…