“The Birds and the Bees The leaves hung like hummingbirds hovering for food. In swarms of suspended metals, autumn’s glinting deposits waited to settle on the scorched ground. Next came the wind. Warmer than a lover’s kiss, colder than a refusal, it took me in its swirling embrace unsure whether to throttle or enfold. Me […]”
…when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.”
― Terry Tempest Williams,
…a frozen lake.
Melbourne’s been having quite a few hot days of late, when I’ve had enough of the heat I start thinking of things like “snow” and “winter”…helps keep me cool.
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