I had written a post here today and have removed it for the subject in case it appears unable to be read or there and then not. I don’t have new words at the time to replace the first. People are important as words are; not all people must be put into words at all times, and I will love a person as they wish me to and not as I first think to, but that doesn’t make me not look ahead at pages that may not contain them. Yet written word is not a letter to someone unless it is one and the words transcend a person while not making any less of them, and words don’t always need to be shared in the same way. And there is a bird sometimes and a little cup and the sound of wind and these words that have just appeared.