in these times of rapid change and covid-19, with the youngest doing zoom for school, the lack of daily commute has yielded quiet mornings waking late to winter light softing the forest into focus. this morning came cresting the hill hot pink between black branches – we went to find the sun, my daughter and…
for now birds still sing the evening, while somewhere in the house there is ukulele and talk, and the steady knife to board rhythm of chopping vegetables (but out there – out there the streets have turned to silence, there is pause and breath and wait – and all the sanitiser in the world is…
what if our hearts don’t have borders and love lives a long way away.