morning walk and climb and run and
up the stairs through ruins and moss
to this unexpected voice of cooler highlands
swelling in the green damp of the peak
my heart bursting from the climb i stop
listen the bagpipe drone breathing with me
birds trilling in counter-melody overripe
figs dropping a slow tabor thud to ground
the old battery rumbles in military dreams
that its war was not lost its walls not
overwhelmed as now with sound dreams
its rotting concrete into castle stones warm
hearths lit and tended a murmur of voices
and music that lifts the boots only to dance
We got pool rings!! in the brand new pool in our apartment!!
Today is a baking day, we made delicious fortune cookies!!
Struggling to understand some people's coping mechanisms. Perhaps it's best to give them space and let it run it's course.
Between a river, mountain and a highway.
I love travelling...back home
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