Where can you stand to see enough?

I go across the valley to the far end of the boy’s track.

From here, halfway up the hillside, I can see the weather fronts rolling in from the west across the sea.

And if I am patient, the sight is astonishing and shapes my work and world.

Where do you go? And what is the story you tell yourself?

Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿