A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love.
A poem, a picture, a rumination.
I usually fall onto the mountain. I think that must a great skill to fall off the mountain and then only worry about getting an espresso. Is it the same phenomona as the water going down the drain in a different direction in the Northern Hemisphere to the Southern Hemisphere? LOL