Mother Nature – Stephanie Springborn

The Pets of the Bungalow

Wally is recovering from his surgery and teaching me a few things.

In a world of stock markets and business results, the power of romantic self-awareness..

When I read, at home in the woods…

The concept of rest, I think, is the mental jump in the kaleidoscope of fallen leaves..

And my foot stepped to the end of the point, my toe reached behind to swivel back…

I saw from myself, after waves of the past and all of the new roads ahead, a smile windowed from my soul…

I looked to the horizon, with no shoreline in sight. The lake was big enough…

Well, true to the change of seasons, I have stories of my own transitions to tell…from the lightest moments of shopping trips…

“Soon..soon brown stalks awaken with green which turn to leaves.”

Beyond the curtain glass wall, footsteps and conversations criss cross continuously. It is pleasantly busy, not unlike a neighborhood corner cafe..