You can find me as a gilded frame in a well fashioned house. I am the intoxicating scent of roses. I am the touch of silk. I am the color burgundy.

I am that antik shop window in Stockholm, there I lay bare, there my joyous spirit became engulfed in magic and storytelling. Where the dim lights invited me in. I had to decline, for I am just passing by.

I meant to visit God’s workshop again, I walked the cobblestones toward that street, the creations were looking at me, each immersed in its own world.

I am that lasting awe from a couple that is seemingly perfect for each other.

I am the magnetism lingering in the air from the sight of handsomeness.

The acknowledgement of humanity, the bitterness turning to sweetness, an apology de-escalating a scenario. I am that which watches the world.

I am a nest of eagles living on top of a mountain, also watching the human. Every species watching the human.