When all the clatter and chatter subsides….
When everything stills and quiets…
I find myself free to walk among my own silent reflection.
Night to Day
There - in the heart of the winding river…I imagined the colors of the universe unfolding.
Darkness - finding its way to light.
The long winter night - finding its way to a brighter day.
And yet - it remains frozen.
This day.
In time.
Season of Reflection
In this season of reflection…in these days of autumn color.
We are.
I am.
It is.
Just yesterday - they were migrating north for their spring’s nesting.
Today - they’re flying south.
Looking back…looking forward.
Found.