wmpe2000:
we had lunch on a lower outcropping near black vultures roosting after being chased off the peak by a million small insects looking for a place to land (arms, legs, eyes, mouth, nose)
wmpe2000:
"No, there’s no escaping, nor would I want to escape this outgo, this foot-loosening, this solution to gravity and a single shape. Now I am here, later I will be there. I will be that small cloud, staring down at the water, the one that stalls,