Don’t you love when forgotten smells and feelings unite from youth! I mean the good ones like rain, earth, eucalyptus trees, pepper trees!
The deep secret crevices where grey clouds mock youthful pleasures!
Now is the time!!
The youthful gates of being lost in playing with and in the earth!
Grateful for the memory of the hill and the valley.
Where the land meets the sky,
Falling into the sky and that place,
If only this brief twilight time!!
Poobah…
