So I’m rambling in a thoughtful way if you’ll allow it.

And like Gary Payton or Queen or Friendships some things get better with age. Then you get a spoon but it’s not just any spoon–> because it’s built by hands you know from a place you know. Deep without digging.

And a very seen willow that does look better with age yet is worse for the wear might come down soon. It is beautiful but has done damage and then the healing. Things like this/these intersect/conflict. They intertwine and are anchored at precise points but still blow in the wind.

And so I sit under the tree in a GP shirt listening to Queen while holding a fork.

And if any of this makes sense you should be checked or check in because I’m rambling right now. If not OK. Many thanks either way.