08/04/2026
Opening this Friday 5-8 PM!
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I remember the first summer I noticed the trees shriveling, turning grey, eaten from the inside out. The air was hot and the rain never came. The swing tree and the joy it brought now lived only in my mind.
I remember the first winter the snow wasnโt falling as heavily as it used to. Roads without snowbanks, muddy ski trails, and trick-or-treaters without bulky layers under their costumes.
I remember the summer I pulled fish from the river, their bodies smaller than Iโd grow to know. The time I saw white bellies in an eddy, where the water had pooled and the temperature rose.
I remember returning home from college. Seeing the retreat of glaciers, once blue, clear, and towering, now out of reach. Small things, white and dirty. Four short years - a lifetime.
Iโm not much older now.
The world will not be what it was.
Xochiyollotl
xochiyollotl, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐จ๐ฆ, ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ญ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ, acrylic on canvas, 3โ x 4โ
