This morning I woke to the sound of a bird, with the sun rising outside my window and with a small wish to close my eyes again and sleep a few more minutes. Ten and twenty and thirty years ago, I woke the same way. Tomorrow and the next day and next year I will wake the same way. This timeless moment of waking is my “calm spot” of reflection within a world that seems always caught in the winds of the storm.
This is my Journey
Nate Long “Owl”
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Graphite with digital manipulation