saturday, 56 degrees, last day of winter.

Slurping up the remains of a mild winter here in Maryland.  The winter that brought me the new life twirling inside me.  The winter that kept us inside.  Me: couch bound and dizzy with nausea and fatigue. You: in constant motion and talking and dizzy for more.



The last winter where it's just you and me.





and me and you.





Every day a new strength
Every hour a new awareness
Every moment full



I love stepping back and watching you play.  Surrounded by mini sand dunes made by friends and neighbors that have come and gone.
It's always easier making friends with bare feet in the sand. You taught me that.




or just roaming aimlessly where the land is soft...where there were once fish who then grew hands, then fingers, then prints... Marking up  the earth...simple and lovely, only potential known here...from a single cell...




to where the textures change...
and Oh, oh yes, how they'll change -in the speed of exploding star matter- shape shifting from a dream body to a grain of sand to a crawling-walking-running life force.

Seasons, bodies, minds -not just changing- but evolving... There's a universal consciousness in constant.  A solitude in knowing that every mankind has pressed their foreheads up against the same questions of fear and love.  Strange, unreliable dreams quickly forgotten in the stir of awakening -but the moments -where I freeze my frame- I only hear your laugh.

Thank you, winter, on ending on such a...note...

play on...