Words by Hayley Morgan @hm0rgz
Photos by Dj Prepare @djprepare
Looking at these little buds, so many, so close, easy togetherness. Thinking about the time they must have spent inside branches, growing alone, slowly and carefully, before their public performance — a call for us to lift our heads and look up and out; a prompt to the natural order, a soft reminder that many little things always = one big gesture.
Maybe it's our first time really being in, attempting to grow alone, slowly and carefully. But not for them. They enact this in and out (and away, always away, nothing is permanent) year after year. Thinking about in and out, in and out, in and out — nature's sexy life rhythm. A cycle that is transformative. A dance that disrupts. A loyalty to release, eventually. An obligation to renewal. Now we have no choice but to submit to her arrangement. Our collective possibilities, if we have the privilege of possibility, now kinda semantic — is it a *burden* to sign the pact, to work from within, or a *duty* to engage in the inevitable new world.
In and out, in and out,
ready to bl