Thin sheets of ice on the Catawba on my morning drive, something I’ve never seen.
By afternoon, the ice melts, but the cold water flows so slowly it seems motionless, and the surface looks like the sky.
Hawks ride thermals, browsing for prey, a log falls in a canal, earthworms wriggle and writhe in the dirt, and gators come farther north. The forest doesn’t really sleep.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Comments (4)
Beautifully observed. Those quiet details make the scene feel alive and timeless.
What a wonderfully full little vignette
Love your words, and the photo reminds me of some I took on the river Ness
The surface looks like the sky is such a simple, perfect image. It really makes me pause and imagine the moment.