“If you come into Central Park in a rush or with any kind of citified agenda you’ll be eaten alive by the botany."
I followed a desire to witness, but not control, the inner workings of living things.
Over the centuries, the mountains moved. Our inner landscapes shifted to accommodate new forms of beauty, old forms of worship.
I wonder if the trees are screaming. I wonder where the birds go. I wonder how anything could ever escape the inferno and rebuild. I think about my marriage.