Rain. Dripping, drizzling, sometimes pounding, rain. The ever present frizzy hair, wet socks, and damp jackets, rain. The ever growing, ever greening, never ceasing beauty of, rain.
Golden. The ever present hills, valleys, skyscapes, golden. Skies broken by city. Skies broken by clouds. Big clouds; violent. Ever changing clouds. Orange in the morning. Golden by the evening.
Transitions. Transitions between green and gold. Transitions between color and sound. Transitions between worlds. Worlds. Worlds where you feel stuck, unmoving, stranded in the ever-present black. Worlds were you feel suspended in water, floating in the waves of uncertainty, soundless, transitions.
With excitement and trepidation, I continue my journey forward with a move from the north to… a little more south. This winter is going to be full of adventures and new experiences and I am looking forward to exploring a part of the nation I’ve never lived in. The northern Sierras has become home and I am ready for the transition.