When the universe is stilled

The fields are heavy with golden light, imbuing nostalgia into every blade of prairie grass. I am searching the tree line for the outline of hawks, and catching my breath every time a white-breasted kestrel takes flight. I’ve forgotten how golden this golden hour can be. I’ve forgotten how light I can feel seeing theContinue reading “When the universe is stilled”

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