Tangled dance


I stood looking up at these trees for a long time. Although there was no wind, I saw movement, fluidity, grace, in what seemed a tangled mess of arms and fingers reaching towards the firmament. Vulnerability and weakness tangled with strength and security. Birth tangled with maturity. Light tangled with shadows. Tangled synchronicity. I wondered what kind of music they would be dancing to. One love 🙂


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