I wandered around the marsh last night-trying to remember. Pluff mud and salt-wind; themes: animism, wildness & utter restraint.
The sense-memories of this place I've carried in my travels don't compare and yet, they're outdated. They serve to strengthen nostalgia-the irresistible siren that has led me astray as often as she's led me home. This moment is all. May I know it and agree to drop in.