i was in shock. i saw bubbles and stars sprayed on the wall, mould was growing with great haste and the mountains were so beautiful. it was winter.
you could feel the same smell that you felt last year and the year before… it was the fish coming back again to the bay, starting a new life and chasing the birds’ shadow in the water. it was the heather letting the old branches go with the wind, and the tiny dust flying off their leaves.