Just how a glass fills, containing liquid that would otherwise run all over. Or how things stay in their places when left there, and don’t float away. Basic facts about the physical world seem dubious all of a sudden. Things I have known are rendered onto a blank slate and I realize they don’t make much sense standing on their own. Was it the lemon water I drank this morning? Or the love we made? Or the light coming in the window on one of the last sunny days before winter? I am varying degrees of certain about the world around me. This morning, I am unsure, without being unsettled. I am enjoying the new way that things appear.