Away from partition of man-made ‘sin’ , away from incandescent cages of screens, stands the wilderness. Somewhere so simple, where the engorging directors of manic performance have left no addresses.
Here the engulfing joy of the body walking — peeling away the stagnant air — giving way to simple movement. Tiring eventually, yet calmly, deep breaths announcing the promise of water, legs break tension for a moment. The simplest of animal pleasures.
Simplicity comes naturally in the wilderness; in the cool winds of a prairie afternoon Slash Pine wage their needles above me, kaleidoscopic impressions of shadow and light casting opposite play on similar grasses. In the horizon seeking, I — the eye wandering through the grasses — asking, “what flowers are these?” and “what secrets are here growing?”.