needing shade I hide, sheltered from the summer heat… She awakens me
Cooling, refreshing, purifying source of life. People die for it.
my fingers, thumbs, palms experience life in ways my feet never will
howling winter winds mother, father, baby too changed by warming trends
peaceful, gliding swim… better alive than in soup, ebbing with the tide
Trillium in bloom Forest carpet green and damp Early spring this year