South River Falls

Tell me we’ll be there, together, one day. Two kilometers of comfortable silence, the trail creased by crooked roots, a delicate melody of birdsong. A moment of completion; the bare earth meeting our passage. Rhythm of our footsteps becoming a heart beneath our feet. The light so green it is this living thing that enters…

The Sound and the Fury

” … I wouldn’t begin counting until the clock struck three. Then I would begin, counting to sixty and folding down one finger and thinking of the other fourteen fingers waiting to be folded down, or thirteen or twelve or eight or seven, until all of a sudden I’d realise silence and the unwinking minds……