Tag: mountain

Life’s nothing but words, words, words.
He felt physically incapable of moving.
The dreamy sense of well-being left him.
Everywhere was peace.
The sun was a hard white point directly overhead.
Everything was still stripped and bare.
This is of course a metaphor.
Was he the first to see it?
There was a balance struck: it was enough.
Give me a rock to hold.
He doubted he would come back.
A partial calm descended.
She looked at him and he looked at her but he did not turn.
Something has changed in the air.
I wasn’t thinking.
The next day was nothing, nothing at all
A gray day without promise or beauty
The happiness of being alone
Does it make you claustrophobic?
I know how to play
This makes sense
It just sounds right
It felt like I imagined it would
I’m really glad to be here
It’s as true now as it was almost a century ago
Do you know why you are here today?
It isn’t always simple
I know you’ve told this story a dozen times
Can you just come look at something?
Its ancientness inscrutable and daunting and moving
I had to figure out how I got to this point – and why I was here
It’s how we grow. Art’s a means to measure that growth