day 252

wind breathes life into the trees animating them with the will to walk they perch as if taking a step while the atmosphere fills with warning an ominous quiet which hints at the impending uncertainty… 9.9.17

day 251

the fears of others drape me like chains; struggle to stand, hunch with the strain. the counsel i seek resides in me and the power above felt but unseen… so await for a sign my feet in the sand salt of the sea strength of the land. 9.8.17

day 250

once again we brace for a storm mother nature’s rage supplants my own, diminished by her fury we bond in community, spiraling past all that held us down. 9.7.17