seed
I feel like my creative juices have been depleted after a spring semester of exhaustion. But I am trying to rest, and trying to take time to reflect and be still. This is a product of that effort... it's the smell of damp, it's rattling dormancy crumbling velvet, under your fingernails a little sloshing of faith the anticipatory wait just a little poke, and it's verdant life and growth sprung out of deadness here come the light-seekers. image source