The stones that flank the path. Sometimes I think about hauling them a bit further, but then when I get to the end of the path, I gasp out my breath and drop them here, side by side. Often I’ll fall to the ground right there and stare up at the sky through the trees.
It’s a good view of the sky, after hauling up those stones.
I have no idea how much they weigh. Well, maybe some idea. A lot. They’re heavy.
It’s a good view of the sky, after hauling up those stones.
I have no idea how much they weigh. Well, maybe some idea. A lot. They’re heavy.
Sure, sometimes I’ll think of what I’d like to write about during the day and it’ll be poignant enough to survive to now, when I’m writing. But far more often than not I let it pour out of me right then and there, here and now.
Nobody’s got it figured out, but I think he’s probably pretty close, closer than most.
As I get older and take on more responsibilities the world looks a lot simpler. Which is not what I might’ve guessed, and it isn’t the case for everybody.
There’s a Paul Rand quote that, while about graphic design, applies to everything.