Sitting in my entry way is a sculpture I call “Bien”. In the romance languages that translates as “Good”. Looking at her, she seems to send a message of anything but that. Her tired looking body is laden with a bountiful amount of seeds, so much so that it seems the earth itself is tugging at her, thirsty for her precious load.
This morning I was struck at how she looked as though she was anticipating something. She was right, the weather outside has taken a sharp turn towards fall. Possibly she is thinking of the winter to come. Looking at her, I could not help but feel a twinge of heartache. I can’t decide whether to be angry with her or to be thankful for her reminder of how precious time is.