RAY

"The green jungle of summer changes everyday: more dusty flowers, moss in the woods like velvet, grass like cool water, the moving ever changing tree shadows tattooing the earth and body, the overgrown forest's edge burning gold in the patches of evening sun, bending slowly in the rain cooled still warm wind. And I too growing, baking, sprouting with the earth: dirt covered feet and hands, hair melting gold from the sun, growing long and tangled, and limbs tanned from the incessant vitality to be outside among the summer earth."

-SUMMER IS A FOREST FOR WILD SPIRITS, Rachel Bushong / July 2014

-RAY