Estate of transformation

photo from Nowness

The world was greener this weekend. Mouths, branches, opened wide, drew in, poured out thick, deep, chlorophyll hues: last gasp of summer. One of our girls got married in the mountains, and she gave us a gift of finding each other, together again, for the first time in half-a-decade or so. We stood in an airstrip and stared at the stars. We came home with a dragon kimono, some pink glass, and my heels are plastered with grass.