Streaks of sunlight falling through redwood branches, the space before me painted deep green, a living breathing landscape. I can still smell the wood and the earth; rich, sweet, wild. I can remember the feeling…
Wednesday, November 6, 2024
Streaks of sunlight falling through redwood branches, the space before me painted deep green, a living breathing landscape. I can still smell the wood and the earth; rich, sweet, wild. I can remember the feeling…