These images: A wall of redbud and dogwood, sumac and cedar advancing across this abandoned field like a verdant wildfire. The roosters of a neighbor I’ve never met, challenging one another through their cages. The silent flurry of a moth seeking respite from the sun. An arc of grass drooping under the weight of its seed.
All these glorious, life-soaked moments are breath on a cold window – foggy impressions maintained by the heat of exhalations. Pray for the day the window opens, then look clearly, calmly into the night.