Gravesend/ TQ655 745/ Moonrise none
The earth is full of textures and layers. Leaves from different seasons are mulched down in an organic progression to decay, sickness and a universe exists within its compound seams. Beneath the lime tree, the dead bumble bee, poisoned by rich sugars in the nectar, returns to the earth it came from. Ants scurry, earwigs wiggle and the worms, after a hot dry day, have dug themselves deep. Apparent emptiness teems with life.
At the very smallest of scales ‘every atom is a glowing sun’ and each photon a moon.