Fall days were a mixture of warmth and uncertainty.
The dreams that Mother Nature had included a world free of pain as she gasped for breath.
It was while walking in the snow towards the woods I sensed the symmetry within and without.
It began in the Summer. Vulnerable. I knew something was wrong. The woods looked different. Something changed and it felt as though things were never going to be the same.
Mother nature could’t do anything anymore, patterns had shifted. Plants emerged out of nowhere structures were knocked down.
Remain still. Stand guard with the King and Queen. Keep the symmetry, the balance. Restore order if necessary. These are strange strange times.
“Walk with us, something is happening.”
What was predictable is no longer.
Mother Nature issued and apology for the snowfall on the first day of Spring. Now that it melted she wanted to say it was one of those days where everything was off a bit she thinks. Or maybe it was the night. But something clearly is happening to her.
