We sense something important, something beautiful, in these thoughts that are mere wisps. Gentle, flowing, half-formed and merging.
Thoughts that are deeply felt.
We sit with them, sensing a potential emergent. Waiting, with our best attempts at being patient.
Knowing that there will be a time, their time, in which they form into something meaningful for ourselves and others.
Our thoughts, held by ourselves and others swirling in the ether of our collective imagination.
Until that moment, that magical moment.