Tag: nantahala

  • Spring

    Spring. Shy. She peeps her head from underground. Is stung by ice-cold wind. She retreats. Undecided. She knows no ‘normal’ day-to-day. Bubbling with life, then frozen. Just wait. Colorful. Bubbling azure, budding red, cautious golden. Treasures with a time limit. Don’t blink. Tempestuous. Clouds of darkest grey, swirling, destruction. A sudden deluge of rain. Soon […]