And in this season I saw the violence of change.

And we were almost home again.

And her fingers were brittle.

And it felt like zooming in while walking away.

And these white birds.

And the new big building was being built.

And I considered this for an ornament.

And this place was where others would hunt.

And I was reminded of the movies.

And the grove had a structure.

And this bridge reminded me of others.

And there were several fishermen.

And there was more sleeping than dying.

And there was no east bound train.

And I imagined the mafia.

And there were more of these.

And it was warm for fall.

And it was all carved out of ice.

And the water was wide and muddy because of the floods.

And he was not always here.

And this was the top

And this was the bottom.

And it was trapped but warm.

Otter Point

And we all felt this way at some point.

And this could have been anywhere.

And we would leave this place.

And his past was on display.

And there were those who had come before.

And there was another world.

And I wondered how this dead tree would fare in the winter.

And I could fall.

And the late afternoon gave me solace.

And the room was filled with smoke.

And we were ready.

The Island

And we could fall.

And the moon was aggressive.

And I was alone among friends.

Echo Lake

And she had traveled far with this hat.

And I was out of breath and light headed.

Echo Lake

And we forgot last years lessons.

Echo Lake

And he was coming towards me.