Sometimes a bird outside the window calls me from my bed, or the horn of a train. I dig into my bag of tricks: seaweed and gyroscopes, compasses, bamboo, rays of light, Slinkies and frogs, feathers and clouds, and see what may work for the day.

There are weeks I'm carried by a fast current, weeks I must relearn every morning how to move forward...

...coil LEAP coil LEAP coil LEAP coil LEAP...

I don't give up.