Shift.

As we drain the last of our shared summer days, we make time to look, time to make, time to rest, time to read, time to love, time to rearrange. We see everything anew as September beckons us with less balmy arms and promises of a shift, a return to feeling free. I embrace (with all my might) the opportunity to draw, carve, print, sculpt, write and notice all the wonder of here. I am fierce with it.