The ear, open hand, doorknob, toenail, crescent moon.

Muse on the reasons for the way things just are. Perhaps we are given two ears and one mouth so that we learn to listen twice as much as we speak. And how naturally our lips curve depending on what we feel inside; we spread emotions simply-contingent to slight upward or downward curvatures. Our open hands are always ready to grab, hold, pick, pet, clench, push, pull. The reasons that make us who we are because of the how’s we were through the many passing series of seasons.