here's where the story ends

o, when they tap our mundane heads,
To zombie-walk in our stead,
This town seems hardly worth our time,
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
To fall along in our crime,
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
With no connection.

i don't know why, but i've had pavement's crooked rain, crooked rain and the sundays' reading, writing, and arithmetic on repeat.

today j & i went out to the columbia river gorge. we stopped at three waterfalls, the biggest being multnomah falls. the falls were beautiful even with an icy spray to the face and icy sliding down the path. i love that i get to experience geography that is so different.

it's like stepping into some hidden, quiet world.

a secret.