the empire is melting like ice cream
This weekend was cut from a new pad of construction paper. The colors were fresh from the light of the low-slung sun, perhaps working harder than usual to cut through the atmosphere at such an angle.
Erik and I hiked to Latourell Falls, the Columbia River Gorge waterfall closest in to Portland. It was a beautiful little hike, full of Bigleaf Maple leaves littering the path, exposed Devil's Club branches, rickety bridges bridges over tiny streams, and enough glowing moss to satisfy even my moss-hungry heart.
Erik and I discussed the idea of "creating" every day, so I'm back to writing and kicking it out the door, as short and as cryptic as it may be.
what's this nonsense?
columbia gorge,
hiking,
waterfalls,
weekend
1 comment:
How odd. When the world -- or, more accurately, my world -- seems to be falling apart, I say to myself, "Decline and fall [of the empire]."
What I mean is pretty specific, though a long story for another time. Tonight's catastrophic failure of an external hard drive -- data! argh! -- is not part of the decline and fall. More often, it comes in gestures and the ends of conversations.
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