I could hear you breathe in the gestures of everyday living I could see you in the noon of lunch hour footsteps when the angle of the light traversed...
An oblivion of noise and politics renders confusion when time stands still in the moment before thoughts create ideals; that create a moment when the...
Walking gently in your footprints that follow the trails of seabirds and abstract lines drawn in low tide sand, line and shadow sculpt the grey of a...