The southeast met me with air heavy with humidity, magnolias in bloom, and the ubiquitous smell of wild honey suckle. It met with all the memories of who I once was in light of who I am becoming. Refusing to let this new life be all that mattered without first being grateful for all thatContinue reading “Transitions in Late Spring”
Waning pink sunset through the hazy humid sky warms the rolling hills.
tylerknott: I think she has roots in the soles of her feetand when she walksshe plants herself into the earthand lets the earth take hold of her.I think if you listened close enoughfor long enoughyou could just make out the soundof those roots in those soleslifting through the soilsighing in the… Tyler Knott: Root