seasons
The smallest cactus spine lights up with the bright shine of a sun so very far away. Your fingers are stained with the pollen of unknown plants you've decided are weeds. A winter has been lost and a spring emerges. How many times will this world contain your own small seasons? Notice the turn in your habits, the way your thoughts move faster through the well-worn paths and seek out something new. Which seeds are you shedding and where are you planting them? A single breeze can change everything.
