includes SINCAL and NETOMAC
The maple seed lands on the windowsill of a stranger. It has no passport, no plan. Just a wing and a weight.
I found one last Tuesday, lodged between the keys of my piano. It had flown three blocks, over a parking lot and a dog park, to die on middle C. I almost threw it away. Instead, I taped it to the wall above my desk. samara journal
May this journal be your soft landing—or your launching pad. The maple seed lands on the windowsill of a stranger