When I floated with the endangered purple coral in Uluwatu, I felt present for the first time in years.
I asked myself what I was working for, if not this?

Each adventure peeled back a new layer of me,
til I realized it was the strangers who knew me best.
That's why I moved to New York.

Creativity has a sort of kinetic energy to it, moving through vessels until it's expressed. Paris passed some along to me.
Locked down at home, I learned this energy never dies—it changes forms. An infinite gift.
