BLM – June, 2020
When humanity becomes unhinged I go into hiding. I hide among the trees and bushes at dusk in search of grace and balance and rhythm. I tread gently through the trees, watching the people and the dogs skirt around me.
Being there is grounding. The light is falling, the magic of dusk erupts and being among the trees is timeless. It is unencumbering. And the potential for tomorrow is unbounded. But the magic is ephemeral and dissolves as the darkness falls.