Even in shadow, the heart remembers how to open.

Each leaf,

each photograph,

each word…

a small keeping of light.

Together,

they form the chest I open

when I wish to remember

how beauty feels.

This space has become

a home for wonder,

for remembering,

for belonging.

For a little while, we slipped free from routine and gave ourselves back to the horizon.

The hour before becoming.

There is a quiet ache flickering inside me tonight. A soft breeze makes it dance; a gust of uncertainty nearly whispers out its light.

There is a tender ache falling inside me like mist, almost imperceptible… yet I am covered just the same.

Truth can be tucked gently into humor, just as much as it can be with beauty.

I am holding the tiniest sliver of hope like a wildflower gathered from the heart of summer.

Sometimes the most special photos that I take
are simple things,
but they are always something that moves me
and speaks to my heart…

and many times,
they are my heart speaking.

one leaf speaking autumn.

a hundred leaves answering summer.