Tag: spring
-
Deuxième étoile à droite
I am surrounded by dark earth, the substrate from which I was born. Eventually I will die and return to it. For now, though, I live here inhabiting a meager concentric circle around this orbiting body. I am pulled forcefully toward the surface – I feel the tug in my soul. An attraction to this…
-
L’emergence du printemps
She emerges from absolute nothingness. Bleak, brown, hard-edged. From this she hides her delicate face until she simply can’t stay in the substrate any longer. She has no choice. She must break free. The edges of her tiny petals radiate a passionate violet at the tips. It is a defiant refusal to submit to her…
40 Weeks in France 