Postcard #1, Sun Twined Boles

"Life is song and death is just its echo. Life may also be the filling of space with song and its sunrises proves that darkness and its void is really just time spent away from its light."

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Sun Twined Boles

The sun twined the morning and emboldened the red-yellow hue above the treed boles that time will soon have its way with. Some trees I imagine are good trees with good heartwood and my time spent amongst their brothers and sisters has proven that the only good that some trees inhabit is their good ability to conceal rotten heartwood. Time and its sapwood are in a strange way with life and sunrises and its time is also in a strange way with sapwood—all conceals some inner truth, some inner miracle. Some trees grow from the inside out and some to our dismay grow without an inside at all. Such is true with time. Its lush and wet and colorful exterior extends from a void that is itself defined as much by emptiness as anything else.