These dinghies over in Otter Creek are how I've felt all week. Sort of an objective correlative for this time.
They are caught in-between, which is a bit liminal, right?
Waiting for the tide to come and life them up, waiting for a person to come so that they can get their work done, see some things while they are at it, explore.
Do you ever feel like that?
Good luck with your Thursday, everyone!
Discussion about this post
No posts