Straight Stares and Sideways Glances
I wish more forests in my homeland were left to grow old, stretching out of reach while small patches in the leaf litter hope for sunlight. Fungus doesn't mind the darkness, but the green shoots compete with desperation, the ferns stretch their shoulders in the short growing season. They've all got the same reason, propagation, however long and whatever it takes. My eyes have one pursuit, and that's to draw me in the direction of the light. I never question the sight, even if it sounds sometimes like I doubt my senses. All my joys are in straight stares and sideways glances, all my chances are taken on nature.

October 6, 2017
Kentville, Nova Scotia