thoughts of fingers safely nestled in green moss and clear streams are still fresh in my head. i love touching the wet rocks and i love discovering the hidden crevices as we walk. the hundreds of shades of grey are mesmerizing. settle riverbed sounds are just dreamy.
the openness between wall and wall is comforting, like out-stretched arms allowing you to wander forward between them. a not-so-obvious greeting.
hearts may belong in river-beds but hands belong to the freshly roasted corn.