What does the world
mean to you if you can’t trust it
to go on shining when you’re
Look, I want to love this world
as though it’s the last chance I’m ever going to get
to be alive
and know it.
the fox came down the hill, glittering and confident,
and didn’t see me—and I thought:
so this is the world.
I’m not in it.
It is beautiful.
~ Mary Oliver, excerpts from, October
The photographs are mine.