I don’t know many things but I know if you breathe enough on a cold window and stare through it while cars pass you can almost pretend they are boats on an ocean and suddenly, you are somewhere else.
I'm quilting thoughts. I want to know, I want to see it standing there, finished at the end of it all, the most breathtaking collection of anything anyone has ever seen. I want to see it all stitched together, knowing the way each part played, the way each part looked at one time, at another time. I want to appreciate it all. I want to love. All of it. 
