There’s a poker game in my future with enough cousins that we’ll have to shout to be heard, so that’s something.
May you tread on soft paths, find rest against solid oaks, and discover new comforts in your own backyard.
This is how I carry nature in my pocket. Little bits of a sky caught between day and night, draped briefly across my backyard
At some point every November I go stand away from the house at two in the morning and drop my head back, […]