The road to your house never stops and nor does the rain.
Wilderness is everywhere. There is so little left in this country.
Finally we are away from the city and my driving partner calls this the end of the earth.
Your home rests upon the Olympics.
Hidden in the fog and away from the noise.
I've seen the mountains in the summertime but now they just sleep.
(Just like us)
We drink wine, talk, eat, and love each other - simple things.
We try to understand one another (impossible).
We BREATH deep, the air is clean and it whispers of an old world.
We breath deep, the air is clean and life is closing in.
"relentless cleansing, absorbed upon penetration"
The rain shakes the house.
Comfortable silence.