Even in the barren retreat of winter, the forest reveals treasures just waiting to be found. You may also like: Belay Bryophytes Sprites
fragile light seeps through branches, illuminating webs and dust and longing. leaves remind us of the firey season which fled so fast.
Great spring gusts carpet the ground like the most luscious royal pathway
Pick a flower before the end of the day. Admire its brightness as it turns sunshine into sugar. Watch a bee land on its petals, sniffing out sweetness before you untether it.
The winter skies are blank- empty like a still pool of water, reflecting. They wait, as we do, for the world to erupt in color and bright song. We need this empty time, these white skies, to recalibrate. We need to take stock of ourselves as we stand, alone. Alone, away from the brightness of …
“What we call places are stable locations with unstable converging forces that cannot be delineated either by fences on the ground or by boundaries in the imagination […] And a city is a particular kind of place, perhaps best described as many worlds in one place” -Rebecca Solnit, Infinite City, A San Francisco Atlas- In …
The sky yawns in great golden gulps as it greets the day in its sleepy way. Good morning. You can start fresh. This day is new. You may also like: A Commute After sunrise The most beautiful thing