experimenting with shadows
if people were more like trees…
feet on the earth
and birds in our hair
Today I sat on a beach and listened to the sea breathe
In this northern hemisphere
these are the dark days.
So we dress the trees in lights.
Reach back to magic childhoods our parents made for us
and strive to recreate those (false?) memories for new generations.
But time moves on.
We hold wakes for the old year
and wish each other better in the new.
Sketchbook — New Year’s Eve at the pub: