All it took was one small, beautiful moment to remind me.
It’s helped me remember that times come and go in life, including those creative peaks and valleys.
I look forward to finding him.., not very well camouflaged, but still trying to hide in plain sight.
They have helped me wake up, and come back to myself again.
Sometimes that is the way of nature, I know, some things are born and survive, and some simply don’t.
Instead of getting weary… I’m waking up. Coming out of that strange sort of summer sleepwalk, emerging like a hibernating bear of southern latitudes.
for an endless instant,
to stop, this miracle in motion,
nature’s hidden, fragile light,
beautiful and boundless…