A Familiar Dream

There exists a short section of a wooded path, that, for just a brief period moves from unremarkable to ethereal. It is one that I’ve stood before, one that I’ve recorded to memory. One that I’ve only seen it in this delicate state but a handful of times. Always in the spring, always on a sunny day with a degree of chilled humidity in the air. And each time, I’ve stopped and taken in the scene.

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My Creative Place

Creatively I find myself writing a great deal these past four weeks. In part, I am trying to capture, as honestly as I can, these moments of life. On the other hand, I am also working through ideas and shifting narratives in my mind. Finding myself and presenting it as best I can.

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