gnomic and ironic, just the way i like it.
how i wish that were true…
and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck.”
~ James Whitcomb Riley
everything looked familiar, the trees, the sun had roughly been in the same place last week. the way to the lake was just at the end of the path and i know this because something deep inside said so.
several ‘just at the end of the paths’ later i realised that i wasn’t seeing with my eyes what my mind was: the lake was genuinely not there and never was….quote source
first burn like a sun.