Moss

Everyone is in search of something, an evasive shadow beckoning, find me. Heat, humidity, tree frogs, crickets, night birds, mosquitoes, snakes and moss hanging heavy on the limbs of trees, is not for Della. If only Ace could understand. And that’s what I like about the south. A close family, a house filled with love, laughter, food, drinks, and sex. Some people have it all, right Jessie? Elexis, ‘keep searching.’ Find peace in the evasive shadows of colors, faces, wine, and memories. Let your canvas, your paints, your brushes guide you. Find your haunting, elusive ghost.