a long slog above the tree-line, scrambling across large flake scree to the craggy broken granite summit, as a line of thunderstorms crossed the ridge bringing flashing lightening, drenching rain we slipped and slid back down the slope sheltering under the trees
Deceiving to protect another’s feelings craftiness to dodge guilt, noble actions, good intentions duplicitous nevertheless, deceivers tricked, by their own subterfuge. Saving which face Janus?
Fading daylight switches on street lamps, back lighting falling snow, piling in miniature drifts against the curb, sparkling diamonds shinning in the crystal air
Argument Bones, ground to dust, piled deep at the foot of the wall. Disturbed by climbing. The Way It Was Located in memories, never too far. Images of lives long gone.