Not-Winter
The ice patterns were a chef’s kiss to the geometry that can only come from sheer chaos.
Even If You Don’t
But just for the time it took a stranger to pass her on the trail, she needed to relieve herself of the burden of wondering if she could do it.
Return to Whale Rock
We were time travelers with our bodies, occupying the same space as the us of before. We were moving up the rock and forward on the trail but also through the curtains of minutes separating the here from there.