These days I find myself drawn to the boarder lands. I walk along the coastline of lakes and rivers searching for connection amidst separation.

I study the blurring of water, sky, and land where there is the perception of a stark contrast. A boundary of colored light or the density of collected molecules creates the ruse for the eyes, begging them to find the line of separation.

It is here where I see the melding of elements.

I am stilled by the rhythmic lap of water, wetting the drying earth.

I pause to watch the sky pour down color into the shadowed lands and am reminded of hope. How something that may seem heavy is really weightless.