Growing up in the midwest and now living on the east coast I’ve always lived with seasons, as I’ve aged I see the seasons as a marker of time passing. Experiencing time moving dictated by what you have to wear to be comfortable, or if it’s green, yellow orange red leaf season, or stick season. Seeing time slip away seems good if you’re trying to figure out what to do with it. Who knows what I am talkin about. Sorry for the pause in substacks. Thanks to Trinity for telling me she loves these. <3
Nice greens ❤️