I remember the relief once we entered the forest, a homecoming of sorts. Sticky, hot, lush, dense. Bugs and bears. A few miles up, a few miles down with creek crossings in between. It’s as sweet as it’s always been yet different each time. Like growing intimate with one who shares the same …
Sidewalks bleed into roads, attached by a river born from the sky. Soon, the entire street will turn into water. And not too far after that, it will disappear leaving mere puddles and groups of frogs in its wake. It’s wild how the mind works; one second, I’m driving in East Nashville and the next, …
An entire world reflected up as I look down, Clouds mixed with trees in a puddle on a track. (Inhale, exhale) I ponder many things as I go round: Do the birds kiss the bees? Or are they in a constant state of attack? When butterflies spread their wings, do they long for their old …
