Trees take my gaze off my frame and extend it up and beyond the earth
Trees take my gaze off my frame and extend it up and beyond the earth
what if interruptions were embraced and welcomed as bits of wonder?
This has been a passage of time with so many bumps, bruises, and dents. It has felt much like sitting as a passenger and being hit out of the blue. There is the impact, shock, and aftermath.
Waiting feels akin to being in a dark room searching for a light switch.
Waiting is like catching sight of beauty from the confines of a speeding car.