Mortar fire, siege mentality batten down the hatches and pray for a flood, being beaten down into the cold dead ground, they didn’t count on the ground being fertile
Root balls, complex root systems laying down an anchor making its mark, the arteries of the undergrowth sucking up the nutrients, the cycle of photosynthesis rejuvenates the spirit
A mountain goat stands on the edge of the cliff, on the precipice of the next realm.. Transcendence is bliss as they say!
Gentlemen start your engines Daytona begins, revving up your Tokyo drift, humming down the incline into the back straight, the rattling of chains the thrill the buzz
The angles the curves and rotation of the everafter.. The hand is held aloft waiting to be brought down with passion.