each moment, each wound, inscribed in each line, each curve, then the colors that speak of the mood of the day, of the passing of time.
in the morning light its roots hold up the fragments of the earth: majesty of the tree *category inspired by Emily Dickinson "the simple news that Nature told"
traces from the past glorious morning colours delight for the eye
there would be no harm in taking what is lying on the beach what the sea has rejected branches and shells intertwining in the sand and thanks to the miracle of the tides of supreme beauty would be capable *first posted in February 2021, edited in January 2022
to follow it you had to look differently, one step at a time, one step in front of you, feeling the sun, knowing it was there and asking for nothing more, making an effort, again, to look differently, but everything was fine, everything would be fine, today, then we would do it all over again.