In the darkness, into the quiet of my house, the world follows me.

I measure the passing of time in expired milk

In the fields, in the dark have you felt the bass notes of the universe?

Do not fight your fear. She is not your enemy.

Look up, around. Can you see it?

Life is not transaction, and if we insist on making it so…

Are winter-bare trees, rooted in the grey sky…

Trails hold memories, little invitations to wander.

Grief is not the price of love. Because love has no price.

Beyond the lights, and underneath the noise…