Are we much different from the sun flowers that follow the sun each day? Each day, most rise and set with the star. It exists as a metronome to a life that wouldn't survive without it. The sun is almost a nuissance during a day. Too bright and too hot, it literally melts our skin with its kiss. Without that radiance, nothing could survive in the habitable zone. And we know that each day, at least to some subconcious level. In the moments that feel limited are the only ones th

We're all prey at times, hooked before we notice. Caught by nets of comfort or zealous ambition. Some do to survive; others to trophy chase.

Stories untold lay in these waters, and I'm not here to tell you

A paddling pod of mallard ducks (one of the few birds I can name)