The Distance Between Shade

Appreciation for both the absence and the presence of light.

Shade resting below the leaves of the trees, reaching further each day in search of the sun

Yearning for the day that raindrops fall upon them, but forever grateful that the accumulated dew from the night before will feed them through the duration of a sunny day. Or so they hope.

Regardless, their branches reach in the opposite direction of the light that’s cast upon them, creating space for those who are left without defense from these wicked (r)days.

REFLECTIONS ~ SHADOWS ~ WATER.

On the river,

Rays of sun reflecting off the surface

but caught

and collected

where they dance on the faces of the cliffs that tower above them.

Party’s over, sun goes down, rocks get cold, time slows down.

A gradient emerges over the horizon— yellow, orange, red, blue, purple, black— extending far beyond the stretch of my neck

past where my eyes can see

without tipping my camping chair or laying on my back. I spin to the side so my legs hang off one arm rest and my back is supported by the other.

towering above me but not as though to look down on me, but as to patiently await my arrival

The moon, and the sea of fog that’s illuminated beneath it

cast back upon us the light that in one moment gave us warmth, but now shares with us a crisp breath of fresh air that allows us to appreciate what the sun has done for us just a little bit more.