Back in my twenties I wasn’t attuned to the moon and seasons as I am now. My observations, if any, were unconscious, while closer to the surface were my preoccupations with school, work, and relationships. I do have one memory though of considering seasonal patterns as I paced the long road leading to school, while taking long breaths to quell anxiety. It was May and it was snowing. I said to myself “remember this: it can snow in May” and sure enough, in 2020, the year of the extraordinary, we are expecting snow tonight.

flower moon

absorbing daffodil glow

before the snow

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