Impressions (August Break – Day 1)

There are days that feel like a dream… 

 

 images so distant but somehow familiar…

climb or descend?

 

 nothing is eternal, but we mark our memories…

 

 “A child said, What is the grass?”

 

“…it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves…”

“All goes onward and outward. . . . and nothing collapses…”

– Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass