A Leaf on Flow

Write one leaf about flow.

Flow is so easily forgotten. How many times have I opened the door to the apartment without thinking once about the act? How many times have the rivers churned water or our hearts pumped blood? It's always the absence of flow we remember. The fluster of the lost keys. Last summer's dry season. The heart attack.

Flow is the space between pauses. Words before punctuation. Life before trauma. We spend so much of our lives trying to preserve or create it, and yet we are never quite aware of it being there. Staccato.