There is uncertainty in the growth of living things. But there are also patterns.
All day the leaves were in motion. Now the pelting rain is here and they are still. Branches are crooked things, yet they are beautiful.
There are hints of perfection in the geometric shapes of cells and wings and flowers and fruit. And there is certainty in death and birth.
end of storm…
watching the rain get thinner
eating birthday cake
Sophie’s Shelves 