03 August 2018

moss-sewn earth.

i would wager that i have canvassed all of central park on foot by now. and yet, there is always more to discover. this very morning, francis and i strolled southeastward and stumbled into a peaceful woodland overgrown with ferns and berries and pine, cardinals and starlings, trunks and leaves and dirt. water falling, the lone sound. a thick canopy of trees, shelter from a passing storm. four wild acres of moss-sewn earth.

No comments:

Post a Comment