A different day.
A different season.
Same vision and view.
Same ol' walk.
I wondered how this has become such an integral piece of an ever-changing practice...
How many times can I re-visit...and look again?
How many ways can I see...before I know and trust and truly understand?
How long will it take to grow...and become who I am?
The landscape is.
The barn sits.
The cows move slowly.