weareforests 'thresholding // local flora' [CS]

as if to enter a portal, there is magic right beneath the cupboard. a small chain rattles in the wind, the memory of a summer sunset again. do you recall the window was open ? we traced the movement of a small caterpillar, climbing up the JUNO. the roommates are home, and maybe we'll all eat supper together, what delight. projects and prophecies are all the same in this strange town. the neighbor says that charlie should stop polishing his stones, but the noise absolutely delights. absolute delight.

and one musn't forget the batts above the ballfield.