there have been instances where i feel energy fill my lungs...
an energy not akin to oxygen...
something warm.

i headed west last week to santa fe, stopping through midland, texas to have tea with grandma iva. something pulled me to go see popsi's grave.

perhaps it was him... that familiar warmth filled my cheeks when i finally found his grave,
perhaps orbs are rare instances where light is randomly processed onto a negative
as a human who has believed in santa claus and sasquatch, i don't necessarily believe in the word "orb"
i guess, not just yet...
i felt something that day,
and it might be that what i felt rendered onto my film somehow.