COUNTRY

The air shimmers in the distance. The unmistakable scent of pine resin fills the air. Cicadas sing. This place is both familiar and strange. Land. Grass. Devoid of humans. Now brought to life by our presence. Being fully present in the moment – attentive, focused, in motion. Diving, submerging, then emerging. Being there, visibly or not. The flow of movement unfolds – within myself, within the other. We alternately merge and separate for an indefinite period of time.