measure

I squint. Look at it closely. From afar. Put some distance between me and it. Then close up. As close as I can get. I squat. From the left maybe. Then right.

How big is it? How tall? How heavy? How wide?

Sometimes light as a feather. Sometimes a stone. At times cold, at times warm. Maybe fluid. Maybe solid.

I realise some things can’t be measured. They just feel like a perfect fit.