Time in the Wood

Maya Angelou called time the imponderably valuable gift. The amorphous nature of time, it's fluidity an abstraction that flows around and through us passing uncherished, unnoticed in the busy buzz of our daily lives until the days have shortened, there is less light, and the winter season of life is upon us. This night, far from the light pollution of which we are accustomed, the cluster of tall trees appear to pray to luminous Luna asking her to slow her travels across the darkened sky and extend the beauty of our time in the wood.

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