Shadows lay under veins and specks
aging faster these slow days
springing forth from winter.
Hiding play, as we seek
some of anything at all.
Passing time, doing time
in place, changing
only when it storms.
Winter, spring, summer, or fall, all you have to do is call and I’ll be there, yeah, yeah,
you’ve got a friend. ~ James Taylor
Offshoots Photography 