Even just staring up into the branches was a joy, watching the sky sparkle through shifting gaps in the foliage.
Sand below us, water in front of us, the great mountain sitting huge in the blue haze to our right.
You feel you are swimming in a saturated, soporific concoction of apricot, honey, and hypnagogia, with undercurrents of the autumn sun’s penetrating warmth.
My old apartment was simple in this way. Leave your shoes at the door and that’s it. No other changes to make
Soft stridulations waft like lithe wisps of wood smoke on the gentle evening breeze, the crickets calling tenderly under the waxing crescent moon.
While it is entirely possible that, by the time we visit again, new buildings and businesses will occupy those spaces, it is also possible that they will remain empty for a long while.
Greatest among the differentiating factors is that of the surface upon which the rain lands, drops of rain like tiny hands striking the skins of myriad drums.
Old habits and old conditioning die hard.
This kind of rest is a sort that must be earned, in that it only exists on the far side of intense focus. It is found only after the work is done.
It has been there for more than a dozen generations, and it may remain there for at least that much longer still.
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