You ride into town, an easy pedal, a sunny, blue morning. Wave to a friend sipping coffee on his schooner. In the park, a man appears to walk on air. Extraordinary. Funny word. Extra ordinary. Extremely ordinary?? Ordinary x 2? You've never really thought about it much. Slack line they call what he’s doing. Doesn’t look slack. Looks taut. With give. Give Line?? Paula Fox said words are the net through which all truth escapes. Ah, but words are what we have to traverse from tree to tree. Our give line. Extraordinary suggests extra special. A lovely word with a smooth feel, fine pull. Way better than extra special. Imprecise as they can sometimes be, words carry feeling that starts in our hearts, revealing our inner-ness. Bits & pieces, tiny tools, serviceable as paperclips and slim coins when an awl or screwdriver is called for. Our imagination nurtures our creativity and so with words we make due. Make do. Make. It’s what we do. Extraordinary.