What is it?
Every time I think about it, I either cry or I smile. I search for the shape of it in the rocks on a mountain or the shapes of the clouds when I fly over them. I find an analogy/representation of it in everything around me: a hole in the clouds, steel scrubber, an island in the Whitsundays, decorator items, leaves of a clover, print in a dress, clip in the hair. There have been …