A favorite poem:

List of Seemingly Unrelated Observations —Grace Butcher 

Distance, like snow, melts. 

Walking in deep yellow leaves drowns out your voice. 

Thinking, like a deep river, eats canyons in your mind. 

Everything blossoms that can. 

Everything blossomed that could. 

Stars move if they are airplanes; wish fast. 

You can live in as many places at once as you need to. 

For some places you don’t go anymore, you still have a key. 

A dream brings you into morning one way or another.