I love being out in the park in the morning. I love the smell of the dew on the grass and the smell of apples dropping along the park fence from some neighbouring house’s yard. I love the Deer roaming the grassland as they navigate slowly back to Poplar Island for the day.
I love that the different plants like dandelions and thistles are moving through their flower to seed phases. I pick the fluff and make a wish and blow it to the four directions. In sending the wishes out on the air, I invoke the probabilities of different ways of fulfilling the wish.