Salutations from a portal overlooking Los Angeles.
The winking light from passing cars reminds me that I am not just a spectator, but a spectacle; though my vantage point be unpinned. The grid was originally an idea passed down from Rome as battlefields marched along the red stains of feat and pride.
We adopt their ways as an homage to bravery.
Where do we flank? What caution is truly exercised when entering this stretch of thinned out rock and painted lines?
Upon my watch I will initiate -- bird soaring under weather, winding ruefully to greet the nests.