quietly alive

under the quietness of their winter skin, they keep on breathing, living, striving.

the trees have been dancing these days

… change is not progress unless the core remains unchanged. a small oak grows into a big oak; if it became a beech, that would not be growth, but mere change.

[c. s. lewis]

em sintonia com a sis. sem suspeitarmos, fomos ambas atraídas pelos braços despidos de grandes árvores.