river

every now and then i stumble across fragments of old dusty memories, this video happens to refresh some of these. probably two, three years ago, when the world seemed to be full of possibilities as far as the eye could see.

the sky genuinely was the limit.

near my little suburban home, you could sit next to the river, see it curl through the hills from between the trees. i quite easily spent afternoons skimming stones from the sunbaked earth waiting for the future to bring me whatever it held. the river was always my spot, my place. to think.

now i'm not so sure. i don't know if i'll ever get where i want to be, everything seems to shift and shape around me and nothing seems solid anymore. but i know i'll never truly leave my home. when things go wrong, i'll always come back to my spot, perched upon the solitary rock as the river unwinds and the sun settles into its nest in the hills.

(if you want to, you can watch the video that unearthed

these thoughts, the lyrics always seemed so appropriate)

(she's such an incredible woman)