when all is in motion we depend on the flux defining importance by demands place upon us but in the lulls, when time floats, we are woven into the absence of act where our tremors chatter until we listen. 11.21.17 [Image Source]

as i shed all that has weighed my down i rise up into all i wish to be circumventing one’s inner urge to remain unchanged. 11.20.17 [Image Source]

day is crisp with strong sun which blares light without its heat slight chill prompts motion as a gentle breeze sweeps through my hair. 11.19.17

sleep, long awaited i now may embrace thee in a slow dance of slumber, growing heavy, sinking deep, i allow the rest to permeate, the dreams to populate, and my energy to rejuvenate. 11.18.17

the cold brings fire to my skin burned by the dry air, raging within a rite of passage for the season’s change i soothe the flame, but the heat remains. 11.17.17