River rewilding Riffles, rough edges Human lines softened Safe margins Beckon long-lost faces Dipping, building, thriving.
Sometimes a piece of writing rustles and stirs the dry leaves that fall too quickly on the pathways of our bustling lives. Like an inexplicable breath of floral-perfumed warm wind, in the harsh bite of a winters day. Rewilding you from inside. This is how it felt reading Sometimes a Wild God by Tom Hirons. You […]