Nathan Groves

Caught up in getting through the week. We couldn’t always see each other twice a week; life gets much too busy. The sunrise always comes...

asphalt compared very little to the old oak tree baking in the sun dreaming half awake and licking at wounds scabbed a hundred times over...

I’d like to ramble on a little bit this time if you’ll let me. I need to be honest about many things because it seems I struggle to do it...