Slowing down

As winter approaches, this forest in Croatia will soon be naked.

27th May, 2010

The air is cold now. It penetrates my clothes and finds my skin. My skin goes on alert.

The tree has shed her clothes, her skin is thin, she does not fight or deny the cold, she is surrendered to it, acts appropriately, withdrawing into dormancy.

Should we, too, be slowing down?

I think we should, yet we push against it, not listening.