What Winter Holds
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Time is a squall, snowflakes
are moments it makes and it’s drift is the past.
Winter is a wolf, it’s prey
Is the day and it’s lair is the night.
Time is a king with a tyrannical grasp.
But Winter is a chain with Time in an icy clasp.
There’s Never Been a Place Like This.
Cosmic Drift
What’s the difference between a snow flake and a galaxy?
What if every snowflake was a galaxy? You’d shovel galaxies off your front porch and you’d make galaxy forts.
Home & Cottage
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A river grows cold.
The sun sets on a summer.
A pleased jackal sleeps.
Peak Appeal
Sometimes It’s Okay to Do Nothing
I remember walking through a summer field. The sun warmed my face and the golden grass swayed through my fingers.
I didn’t have plans. I didn’t have anyone to see. I didn’t have a phone. And I didn’t have any place to be.
So I stayed for a while.
I remember seeing the sky through a canopy of tall trees. The leaves and the breeze made a soft sound like applause in the distance.
I didn’t have plans. I didn’t have anyone to see. I didn’t have a phone. And I didn’t have any place to be.
So I stayed for a while.
I remember laying on the living room floor and looking out the window. Blue came by and sat next to me. Ruby joined too.
We didn’t have plans. We didn’t have anyone to see. We didn’t have a phone. And we didn’t have any place to be.
So we stayed for a while.