The gentle, constant pull of the earth from one season to the next has been a comfort for me, even when I was small. An intentional waltz and if I were paying attention, I may get asked to dance. I suppose this is why it's so important to me to wear sensible shoes.
In the heavy, gray days of late winter, I forgot how to dance, entirely. I have been a steely-eyed passenger, lashed soundly to the ground as I consider the places I've come from. Someday I'll let those stories loose. Someday. For today, I might just run barefoot through the early whispers of spring here in the thin air.
Domestic (A Project::6) On the road. These pictures were taken on my way home and back again.