EROSION

Disintegration of the physical, degradation of the intangible.

Oft slow. Imperceptible, but to those enlightened few.

Broken down, mineral humanity, meanders to the ocean floor.

The passage of time.

Benevolent guardians shepherd us through the gathering tempest.

It’s clear now. There’s a brightness ahead.

A future bedrock, cast from erosion and pressure, upon which to build anew.

Words by Sam Kilday 

Photograph by Jane Hunter