Leaf House

I want to sit and think about my dream all day

I want everyone to know what Florida is like. Blackwater, sandy bottom rivers and crystal clear, crisp and cold spring fed rivers, both towered by limestone and oak trees. I like to tell myself the golden water in karst rivers and streams like these are healing and magical. It softens my hair and my skin, my feelings become gentle with more understanding. False indigo, native azaleas, sparkleberry and pine, oak and false indigo and river birch lead the way to cypress trees with webbed knees overhead. This drought has been long, exposing limestone and roots in the deep bluffs. And still there are fish to pass by, birds to look up to, and fireflies with their single goal. My single goal is to remember what it feels like here forever, because it won’t be here that long.