What might we see through the other’s eyes?

Meditating on my mossy perch, I wasn’t ready and waiting with my camera…


It’s a strange sensation,
being observed.
Who is looking at who?
What are we sizing up,
me and this squirrel.

Then branch to branch,
tracing invisible paths
in thin air, where
I couldn’t have
imagined a way.

What if I borrowed
your eyes?

+ Sue Heatherington

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿