The Closer Universe

A mist fills the valley all day, the fifth ridge hidden in haze. We live in a realm of distances and clouds.

The close-at-hand is in sharper focus, the hawthorns tipped with rain, the features of the field inverted in the lens of each drop.

In the woods, the path is flanked by anise-root taking its adult shape. We chew a stem, and the wild licorice taste goes well with contemplation.

We could stand for an hour and look into the hills, alone with our thoughts.

We could kneel for an hour and lose ourselves just as easily in the world at our feet.

The universe is infinite in all directions.

As it is in us.

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