And Dead at 100
Knowing what the islands look like in color and from a distance maybe changes everything.
The sweat, the slope, the weight… knowing what it feels like maybe changes everything.
Having heard the actual screams and cries of a woman in her tantrums thrown over lesser challenges… knowing that makes me understand (or at leas imagine that I do)… understand how he hears, sees, and keeps moving.
Just lets it go.
Sometimes there’s something to the stoicism that I do appreciate.
Something like wisdom or ....
Something that serves to energize and motivate.
The blue down below and the wide-open sky above.
And how nothing is said.