This weekend was fun. Every time I start to take my life too seriously is when I know I need a break. Thanks to my friend, Kris, Earth Alley was taken care for a while.
The simplicity of being waited on at a healthy restaurant (Sage in Clarksville). What I remember was the the falling yellows, oranges, and reds summoned to make a winter blanket for the earth, the faint scent of horses, the few pine tress ringing back memories of Lincoln Pk and how they gave some protection from the drizzle from the Seattle sky as my sweet dog Damascus, who has since passed, ran like he was intoxicated from the earths smells.
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