words by Danni Lee Jackson
Irina Lozovaya photographed by Marvin Chrisson
Still. I felt still. For the first time in a long time. Although at first my toes immersed into the water with trepidation it wasn’t too long until my fingertips created ripples that danced softly with the slight wind in the trees. I was calm. And every droplet of water had it’s own story that I couldn’t stop reading. Everything stood still. Still. I still think of you, but in that moment I was in love with that stillness. It may have been my favourite place, movement with no movement. There I will remain. Still.
