Rubbing thumb, index, middle and ring finger together, I go through the many identities of the moving visions and moments of stillness before me. I can (still) taste the sound- ready for me to climb into it and gather more. I can (still) feel the pressure between the tips of the moving bodies- theirs and mine. I sense the struggle at first, then release into the quick rewards, brought forth beautifully, (especially anytime Scofield matched/mismatched Kelly on the reflective flooring of the OtB stage). It seemed spelled out through the outcome. I am ready (for more).