There’s something about walking the neighborhood in evening’s waning light, of taking this time to be present for the changing of the guard, from day into night. My muscles release the stresses built up during the day – the work, the care taking, the decisions that come with each new hour. For a brief time,Continue reading “reset”
New growth emerges, blue-grey, soft as seeds develop, encased in cones. Silent in the days of sun and rain, they wait their time to open, the future written in darkness.
Weaving in and out of the streetlight’s glow, shapes of trees appear then sink back into darkness. The years of their standing written in rings.