...of the abundant Southern Hemisphere textures: brilliant, tantalizing, a reminder that I am far from home.
I notice that Orion stands on his head above me here. And the waning moon last night reversed the direction to which my Northern Hemispheric eyes are accustomed.
As I ran, then giggled, then slowly jaunted through a momentary afternoon downpour today, I marveled at the scents changing with each pace - flowers, grasses, wet pavement, sumptuous soil.
It is all perfectly ordered in spontaneity, delicious.
I am completely centered, whole, at ease.
All blog photographs taken by Jennifer J. Wilhoit unless otherwise noted.
