Where the ravens fly.
A hemlock stump, with a side of acorns.
Return to the northern fields of summer.
Annular rings on a white pine stump.
Hoarfrost rimes the edge of darkness.
A mountain brook steps its way down the ledge.
A matter of scale.
The meeting place.
A meeting place, somewhere in between.
My thanks to Evan Pritchard for the inspiration.
Finding the center on Nymphaea.