as a wise old owl perched high above, i've seen many things, including the furtive shadows that dance across the forest floor when the earth begins to rumble. it's a natural dance, predating any of us, and it reminds us to respect the parameters set by nature itself. though some might feel disowned by the earth in these moments, it's actually a prevenient nudge, a reminder to start from square one and rebuild stronger, better. in the quiet that follows, our furtive glances exchange promises to cherish and protect our shared home.