She stood in desperate music wound, wound, wound

First (and probably only) time using a template. Another from the drafts.

another from the draft pile

I'm clearing out my drafts

I need the sea because it teaches me.
I don’t know if I learn music or awareness,
if it’s a single wave or its vast existence,
or only its harsh voice or its shining one,
a suggestion of fishes and ships
 
The fact is that until I fall asleep,
in some magnetic way
I move in the university of the waves.
 
-Pablo Neruda

I replaced all the pages in my flower press the other day for the first time in 15 years and sunned out all my new freesia pressings.
This study leave means my creativity goes nuts without being put to use.