Sunday, November 1, 2009
Each new encounter is just that. A feeling of finding a flow in a similar but different environment. A true testament to change and how the flowers, trees, words—move on. It all moves and changes—reshapes. And as branches grow, roots bind themselves to the earth, I begin to appreciate this cycle more and more. I continue to smell the flowers, observe their every petal and color and sheen and at looking so close, I can see the tender meat of their skin.