typisk deg Erin, stilig !
Heart-rending and bittersweet things, these cattails swaying in the wind. I lay on my couch and watch giant, skinny, old Pine trees sway in the exact same way. To me, they're living, breathing beings watching over me. xo
"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))