An Illuminated Wreath

Here painted in the neural engine of a phone, in the nervous rhythms of a moment shuttering both history and purpose, are the emergent threads and soundings of light and the opening hands of earth and water, and a sky’s reflection, that gently rest at the threshold of this woodland altar, offering the promise of the coming life, and in the undertow of its memory, the illuminated wreath of those who came before.

— March 18, 2026 —