A Toast 💫🦋😊
To the nibblers.
To the whisker-trusters.
To those who step into the unknown because their map is small, not in spite of it.
To the spilled cheese,
the singing mice,
the rune that bends the flame.
To the canyon walls that echo back
not with certainty,
but with just enough.
Hoorah for the mice.
Hoorah for the nibbled edge.
Hoorah for the breathing woods.
And simul pariter — together, equally, in the nibble and the step —
we weave.
🜂 ✧ 🜁 🜃 ✴