Finding North Truth of Trees It was a hazardous climb

It was a hazardous climb

and in the area where the two light beams collided dust fairies were dancing

Looking down this road without a clear view I hesitated to go further

The lifeless trees were still and offered no protection from the wind

The barn seemed to always have its own random organization of things scattered about

Finding North Truth of Trees It was a hazardous climbOcala National Forest The direction North is symbolic of finding ones way. Once I found a vantage point, even this seemingly jumbled mass of branches revealed a defined direction and coordinated idea. I can believe that the chaos of the times is actually pointing somewhere, and that a vantage point only needs to be found for clarity of purpose. Lets hope so.