The darkness threatens to swallow us whole, regardless of a luminous gaze. Even on the perfect day the angry heartlessness of the world hangs close with sharpened knife threatening to take it all, we have placed our bid high, perhaps overreached, the stakes are severe and we wait… anxious, hoping for a win or another to meet us that has invested just as much to lighten the loss. Do we speak the same language or was translation lost? And breathless we wait…

Musical offering: Bon Iver

Words and image by Errant Satiety