Dancing wisteria.

Our wisteria is completely wild and chaotic. It climbed up a sycamore tree and its most glorious lavender splendor appeared at the crown of a 40-foot tall tree. Here below, the lower growth begs for supports, sending shoots out in search of something to hold onto, like an unsteady child or here, like a clumsy dancer. In it I see my toddler self, searching for a hand when none was available. Or my youth, when I tried to dance through my own darkness, and stumbled on enlightenment on the way.