So this, posted on Instagram yesterday. A NEW DAY. in the works forever. Right before I took this picture, I took the one below.
And there I was hiding, sort of. Part of me. Perhaps I love layers because I see them so clearly in myself.
Seasons are layers, layers of time, although we often represent them as part of a circle. It feels more real , the experience of layers... than the circle that is so much bigger than me.
The magnolia outside is about to bloom for the second time. Never heard of that but I looked it up and it does happen. Can't help thinking this is quite an unusual summer. If it ever stops raining, I will take a picture.
And I'll be back, like the Moon.