Let’s pretend we’re closer to heaven.
Floating in a bay surrounded by pine-tree lined mountains, the bluest of blue skies backdrops a razor-sharp escarpment reaching to the skies … salty lips and a big deep breath… the view seems clearer.
Breathe, forget the challenges ahead for just a moment… distant cicadas…
Take away the percussive beat of stuff that needs sorting, questions unanswered, worries and indecision…
What we perceive is what it is.
More to follow…
Jules P Richards 