What does it mean to move; to be moved? Where do we come from? But where does that come from? To be made up of atoms...beams of light and...

Making landfall. That first contact. The discovery of a new world. Our first steps onto wild earth. You breathe me in like the first...

How stark the white of the snow is, clinging to the new green of the trees. This storm breaks exactly the way I do when you call for me....