In a watercolour morning of char and stain, the rhythm of the ground out of time with my steady feet. This division not one to alienate and fracture but one to highlight and elevate and let the passing life know I'm here, I'M HERE! Let the trees and the birds recognise my movements as one of their own and

Change.

I'm amazed at how we change, like a fingernail, I just realised.

Welcome Home

As if there was another way?
As if it would never awake?

Welcome home, pull up a seat and let's talk.

If I lie on the couch for too long, I feel like I have no legs.

So,
A year and a while.

I've missed you.

Forest of Friends...

Under a windy knob...