The Distance Between Shade

Appreciation for both the absence and the presence of light.

Shade resting below the leaves of the trees, extending their reach each day in search of the sun

Longing for the day that raindrops fall upon them, but forever grateful for what was provided by the previous moon , with accumulated dew warping the horizon of ants

Their branches reach in the opposite direction of the light that’s cast upon them, creating space for those who are left without a canopy of their own.

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. my legs hang off one arm rest and my neck on 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.