green, life, nature, writing


photographed 11/18/19


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.