Twirling Vortex of Possibility

“I live in Venice,
A world by the sea,
Visited by wild parrots,
Where an oracle answers to those inquiries
Borne of the soul,
And constellations so genuinely reflected in the stillness of canal waterways,
The world becomes a twirling vortex of possibility.

That is, of course, until I went out into the winds to try to forge a path for myself, as well as a way to support it.”                                                                                                                           Preface to Angel’s Flight, Book III, Destiny’s Consent