We were out walking through corn and the forest, wrapped in many layers to keep our bodies warm. The dog, she was running through the field and the bushes, and all that we encountered we had never seen before.
My heart's in California in some spiders floating orb, by the river with no water where the wild fires roam. My home's called Hudson Valley, where the water overflows and the deer run through the city heeding neither friend nor foe.