What are all the ways someone can come onto you? All the paths someone can think of you during their day. The ways to take a moment to see what you are doing. The ways to look at something you’ve made.
Just now: the blinds in my bedroom are thick. The kind that keep out light when closed. A beam lights up a book on the shelf and I am suddenly reading the spine. I wouldn’t otherwise.
I’m thinking about a forest and the bottom layers and a single sunbeam that manages to be allowed through all the layers and finally lands on something.