It’s always surprising because the

light is what draws me in, but the

shadows are the truth of the story.

from down the street

When I was 7 or 8 or 9, my brother and I were lions in the tall green spring grass at our grandparent’s chicken ranch in Petaluma. When we crouched down, all you could see was the sky and the light flickering as we moved through making trails, leaving the flattened grass behind with a dark and bright green moving wall ahead. We didn’t know where we would come out­—we didn’t know where we were going. The tall bright spring grass with dark green shadows in between was our world.

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