missing

i miss this as my front yard






i miss burning


i miss lecturing on this









and i missed you. but you werent a tale of epic proportions, like the Burren's cliffs of Mohr on a sunny day, like the driftwood fires on the lone beaches of Catalina, or reconstituted evolution for demarkation of feature. you were simple. and that is why you are gone.

i like epic. not ephemeral.