Ringwood State Park, New Jersey. [October 2017]

The magic is back, even if the cold isn’t quite yet – when infinite pieces of rusted gold hide the ground beneath, reminding us again that to blossom is to wither, to grow is to fall, to gather is to scatter, with the lightness of a breathe – and thus a thousand new lives begin.

Looking for acorns so hard, he went nuts

Da cheetah is fasta dandelion

Leaf me alone already

“But I love your feet

only because they walked

upon the earth and upon

the wind and upon the flowers,

until they found me.” -Pablo Neruda, Your Feet