February 5, 2017 3:25 PM
As I made my way back to Phoenix, as I sought to find a place Morrissette had told me about, as I thought about visiting my family next week, just then a tall dust devil appeared in front of me and I recognized how far from anything I was and I thought, “I’m the only person who sees you,” and She whispered:
Everything is temporary. Everything but us.
And as the whirling column faded away into nothing, I whispered back, “I see you… I see you everywhere.”
Sometimes She sings it to me. Sometimes I sing it to Her: I See You.
I guess in the end… it’s all the same.