Photos by Ashley Gravett

This morning the sun was in conversation with the moon. They were up at the same height on opposite sides of the horizon.

The bird is in conversation with the roof and the gutter outside the casita. Click-clackety-ta-ta-tap, feet on the roof and then a flutter of wings as it flies to a nearby tree.

The bee is in conversation with my wine glass, filled mostly with lemon La Croix. It hovers and then clinks as if to cheers.

The lizard is in conversation with the abode wall. Sunbathing and moving slow.

My body is in conversation with this hammock; cocooned, wrapped tight in the net and appreciating this weaved string that holds me. Acknowledging the surrender it takes to be comfortable in it. The surrender of letting go and just being held.