The ground is shifting
Change is inevitable
I adjust my gaze
The ground is shifting
Change is inevitable
I adjust my gaze
Sun and solitude
My cozy little corner
A Sunday retreat
Almost palpable.
Crisp shadows, glowing white wall.
Soft at the edges.
Annual phenomenon
Hours and hours of constant thunder
Celebration of excess
Modern conveniences
Best interests unexamined
Fast? Easy? Check. Next.