Bring me out to sea, under a sky of falling lights.
In a quiet corner of the world rests the frozen-over falls that reflect the night’s lights with ease. They’ve remained still, yet unbelievably radiant, for centuries. Under this sky the land lay quiet, before coming to life at the activity of living beings passing through. Those familiar green lights would dance overhead as if coming together with this sea in the sky.
The aurora carried words from the endless sea, dating back countless years prior. What kinds of thoughts could be brought out so far, like a message from a bottle?
2021
