An Idea Catches Fire

Last night, trying again to find my balance amidst the chaos of my parents' move here, I felt pulled to those fruit juicy blocks I wove last fall.  I started to arrange them on the floor, trying one sequence after another. Then they jumped to the wall in a way that started to move the parts inside me into place.

 There was this.

Hmm.  What if I invert it?  Rather than shuffle all them blocks around yet again, I simply cocked my head to the side.  So I could see this.

I forgot that right behind, there was this.

And within seconds, there was this.

The end.