The forests are alive.
Oh how I’ve missed these smells.
We’re coming out from the worst drought we’ve had in fifty years.
The forests have been parched, brittle and thirsty
But fall’s always, reliably damp.
We’ve been getting a lot of little dribbles lately and the smell of the earth just hits me square in the face.
Fallen leaves with moisture are teeming with life - molds, fungi and who the hell knows what else have all shown up for the party - it’s a decomposition disco - all the life, none of the cocaine.
And yet?
It’s all so lively, it’s energizing.
I had spent the day at a funeral.
Too young. Too similar to life at home. When you really love someone and they love and accept you? I’d like to say that I can’t imagine what he’s going through now.
The problem?
I fucking can - far too easily.
And yet…
And yet, there’s another step that I can’t know nor wanna know
There are some waves that I just don’t want to surf right now.
I have only just now pulled myself out of a multi wave, multi year hold down of suck.
So, with that in mind dear reader?
I needed a walk to clear my head.
What better place than across a velvety red carpet on its way back to the soil?
Assholes to ash-holes
Dawn to dusk
When the season is moist
Enjoy the musk