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

The Waterbed

Photo above: motorist navigating flooding streets in Santo Domingo. It has been raining since I have arrived in Santo Domingo, from the plane’s descent with the rain thundering down, streaking the windows, drenching the runway crew, to the writing of this post, the rain has been engaged in an ongoing assault of different degrees of …