Winter field: two crows
playing leapfrog in the snow.
Joy lands in my heart.
Winter field: two crows
playing leapfrog in the snow.
Joy lands in my heart.
This miracle planet filled with life irresistibly arising from the inanimate, a chunk of motley stardust learning how to see itself. How did awareness blossom, escaping from crucibles of mathematics, physics, chemistry? What does the planet think of its experiment now that it is overrun with undisciplined, invasive monkeys?