The fence was pulled tighter with a new lock but the fence is bent so in we went.
Some old ideas of mine are reappearing in my thoughts. I am liking the way they feel, the comfortable knowing smiling settling sighing satisfaction. Don't look up until you're sure you can finish, otherwise nose to the ground, one foot in front of the other. Watch the dust, the rocks, the grass, your shoes, but don't yet lift your eyes toward to top. The sky will wait until you are ready, and when you're ready the sight you see will be meant for that time only. No repeats in days, only ideas reappearing in my thoughts.
Mahalo for the time!