the smell of the lawn makes you flop down on it

Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it.

Spot! 🎈

the first one I can think of is Galileo by the Indigo Girls

I Saw the TV Glow (2024) dir. Jane Schoenbrun

In the thrift shop at the hospital Found some clothes they dont need anymore Put the coat on and gain their memories

Macro photographs of butterfly and moth wings (2017) by: Linden Gledhill