Hunting & Gathering

From contingent and chaotic origins, on the plains of now-distant fate, four stepped over the grass with caution.

The Ocelot

The ocelot skulks in the cold.

Olly reached out to touch the heart carved into the trunk, toward a pair of initials she did not recognize but was nevertheless intrigued by.

I am walking through the mist. Everywhere around me it blurs and calms, distorts, invites.

~ an action series

Now that they were both here, together, they began to reflect.

At the top of the mountain, he believed fate awaited him.

It was a place of respite, of peace.