The Persistence of Roots
In the forest understory, saplings do not simply grow; they wait. They exist in a state of suppressed vitality, enduring the heavy shade of the canopy for years, their metabolism slowed to a crawl, until a sudden breach in the overhead leaves…
Waiting for the Sky
I spent most of this morning watching the rain hit the windowpane, waiting for the clouds to finally break. I had a list of things to do, but the heavy gray sky made everything feel unimportant. It’s funny how we spend so much of our lives…
The Weight of Gold
The trees do not ask for permission to change. They simply let go. There is a quiet violence in the way the green retreats, replaced by a color that burns before it falls. We spend our lives trying to hold onto the summer, as if the warmth…