The Equinox
Sking through slush on the river flats the electricity hangs thickyou could hear it in the song of chickadees and feel it in the intensity of light. Within cottonwood buds the smell of that familiar resin, bubbling in preparation for rebirth. In this place where natural rhythms will not be ignored, every change is palpableeach season demarcated by a seemingly abrupt and potent event.
But I am not in a bubble, for underlying my awe at the power of place a heaviness looms in knowing that bombs fall and that anxiety reigns in the hearts of those so far from me. And a deeper gloom exists in the knowledge that the world has cried out in opposition yet the rulers continue, un-hesitantly, answering to no one.
Sking through slush on the river flats the electricity hangs thickyou could hear it in the song of chickadees and feel it in the intensity of light. Within cottonwood buds the smell of that familiar resin, bubbling in preparation for rebirth. In this place where natural rhythms will not be ignored, every change is palpableeach season demarcated by a seemingly abrupt and potent event.
But I am not in a bubble, for underlying my awe at the power of place a heaviness looms in knowing that bombs fall and that anxiety reigns in the hearts of those so far from me. And a deeper gloom exists in the knowledge that the world has cried out in opposition yet the rulers continue, un-hesitantly, answering to no one.
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