Heading Out

This is a little clown fish… It might be lost. It might not be. It’s following something but it’s not sure what and it’s looking over its shoulder, as it were, just to make sure that it remembers how it got here, how it got to be a fish on a quilt… but just like us, unable to know how we got here, it will never remember how it got to be where it is either. The important thing is that it’s in motion.