My experience at West Acres Mall was very powerful. An assault on my senses. Beauty everywhere. Listened to a young artist play piano. The piano was beautiful. The music tricked through my ears down into my chest. I think his name was trevor. He had cool hair and a sparkly watch. I love watching his hands and he had huge forearms yet played with grace. I began to cry. The chair was really comfortable. The people there made me feel welcome and safe. I met some beautiful twin girls. The artwork in that mall is seriously moving. The bison. I LOVE ALL OF THE BISON. Beautiful pottery and blown glass. The painted buffalo was so badass. The beadwork on the bison was beautiful. I noticed the painting that went up the tail and spine which stopped at the beadwork. I wonder why they chose that configuration. I count things and it helped me to follow the pattern. The display was awesome. I'm so glad to be clean and sober because I would never have known those details, or even cared for that matter. Thanks to all the people who created that experience. I saw a winter bison by Rose painting on my way out the door. I loved it. It's weird how as I see and experience this art that there is something deeper moving in me. Each person there was there at the exact right time. Ultimately, I didn't deserve any of this yet I will receive it with gratitude. I should be dead. I was lost but am found. The kaleidoscope was sweet. The paintings on the walls were really cool. There are some seriously beautiful people in that place. I LOVE YOU AND THANK YOU.