The rains compels the harsh sun to close its wandering eye, as the shadows of light drive forth the future of a moment suspended within this animate earth. Tensive claps of white usher the roars of thunder, as this summers song reaches its closing chord. A quieted mother sleeps now in baptismal waters, she awaits the quickening, the resurrection from the grounds below. New life shall part the past, as the saviors rise to meet their sun.
– Josh Fleming
Image by: Dan Peters