One Hundred Twenty-One

Shadows dance across the leaves and branches of the trees outside the window of the room where I spend time in the late afternoon. Wind rustling through the branches causes dark shadows to move back and forth over the lime-green new-growth leaves, creating an odd moving image, like the leaves are scooting back and forth and up and down across my line of vision. This effect makes the trees seem frenetic, anxious to be part of the action.

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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