a darkened path, tight like a line of granite fists rebels against the changing season, though finally surrendering like the last leaf, separating its bond due to issuing winds, as overwhelming changes sculpt the next solstice to rediscover itself


The tides we mark. Levels gained, uprooting the changes from what once was.   Shoot for the stars. It’s the high tide of holding the prize; a long way up and the fall is loud.   A sliver of light is enough sun for me while working till sweat pours like the rain, its what … More FASTER