At the upper end of the wheel
Where Bear passes the torch in the dark sleep time
To Bison and her herd as they trudge through snows
It is here where the old ones can almost be touched
But definitely heard and seen
With their instructions for the new year
It is here where we each find that brief stillness
Where we balance without hesitation
Between where we were and where we will be
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”
gouache on paper with natural light and shadows