Today when I was out and about I was musing on perspectives. Not my line-of-sight straight ahead, but the myriad Other Ones. Like down a wall, encrusted with moss and lichen. I may have posted a version of this before; apologies if it’s a repeat…current moist conditions mean the moss is So Green. Is that a metaphor for a life-goal? So-Green, I mean….
Backstory: under the influence of some fine Firesteed Pinot Noir from the Willamette Valley. Thnx Martha. So yum.