Here the soil is red, the color of blasted brick, the grass gone mostly gold with tufts of green.
It is all tough in fact, the earth, the look of sheer resilience.
For though it implies permanence we know what a ruse that is,
still it is fun to pretend we will always be here too.
That we could be as tough as that, this soil and rock, that there is no way we could be removed from it.
That we are one and many at the same time, that we might last.
Bill Pearse 
The ruse of permeance. Quite poetic!
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Thanks Carl, hope you’re well and enjoying summer!
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Sadly, I got covid at the tail end of last month. Last night and today had me dealing with some significant vertigo. Not sure if it’s related to covid or not.
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Oh no! So sorry to hear Carl, the vertigo sounds scary. Hang in there my friend. Will be a miracle if we don’t pick it up ourselves after this trip. Close quarter hot springs action and so on. Gives me the willies
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Fingers crossed!
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Thanks Jazz!
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There’s an odd comfort in realizing that, though the rocks will outlast us, they too will pass in their time.
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Yes that erosion thing is a trip, what it does to our shapes, all of us in different ways right? Thanks for reading Christopher and greetings from this rock I’m sitting on now, in Moab.
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