Here it is.
You remember Q. Near U. Q was not finished.
I added the big question.
We all have questions. A child will have many. But the big one, it comes with age I think. As with quest, a question can change in scale over time. As will our sense of self in the scheme of things.
I love the raw edge of a woven cloth. How it holds together and falls apart while you look. I love how that which moved through slowly falls away and reveals that which is still standing. Weaving is a big symbol for me in that context. It is still snowing.