getting some alpine air with my love
my favourite place
laughing with the father and son scrambling over the rocks together…
blue skirts and bare feet on rock
hearing the quiet.
in the mountains, there is no “noise” ~ there are sounds.
there is a far off hushed roar. we joke that it is a four lane freeway,
but it is the sound of the wind soaring through a particular tree on the rims of the mountains.
other sounds: birds. water. the rustle of a lizard.
huge stashes of art canvasses (half price sale!)
a friend writing my name in the sand…
