We never really know what might be beside us or ahead, but most days we walk as if we do.

In her dance, she controlled the bright paper birds with invisible wires and threads. She played the human: heavy, tied to earth. Her dances weren't pretty or delightful, but they were magical, [...] They called her a dancer and a puppeteer and an artist. They might have called her a witch, and not the good kind either.

Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it.