One way-One story, is the story of a book, one that we rarely hear. A story that contains the murmur of trees, the drone of machines, the smell of acid and bleach, the moistness of water, and the sighs of the planet.
Trees belong on our streets and in forests. They make great neighbours. Let's rest our tired backs on them. They won't complain and they will help lighten our care-wearied hearts.
She trembled is a post about the Earth and our dependence on it. It is a request to wake up and take notice. To pause heedless development, and the pursuit of un-grounded realities. It is a reminder to reciprocate. The sign is in the skies. God rests beneath our feet.
A grandiose view is not necessarily a complete view, and the view from behind a window pane might be an obstructed view. Let's step outside the glass house.