
flawless
bright
lime
color
texture
photographed march 27, 2020

















If you get up close and keep your eyes on the movement of the leaves, and the rhythm of the breeze, it’s almost like a summer day and standing underneath a willow tree.
But it’s not. It’s February.
And just a cluster of bamboo, at the edge of a creek.


Quiet.
For the parts of us that are out of sync.
For the parts of us that want to sleep. Sleep deep, and out from the grab of reality. Sleep as long as it takes for acceptance to numb perceptions.
I guess the silent hibernation of a hard cold winter will be here soon enough, but there is a glimpse, a blink, a desperate longing, for something quiet to hold onto.

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