WHAT I KNOW FOR CERTAIN...
is that life is a crap shoot in every respect.
MEMORIES I CHERISH
The sound of my one true love breathing gently by my ear. Tobogganing with my brother in the 50's. My grandmother telling me fairytales early in the morning.
MY FAVOURITE PLACES
A certain somewhat bohemian studio in Amsterdam that my friend there will let me occupy at any time. A pond overgown by cathedral like trees which allow only a central ray of sunshine to touch the water, surrounded by enormous elephant ear plants, a small abandoned punt pulled up on the shore, a path up the side of the mountain, just outside Pen y Lan in the Meifod Valley,Wales.
The log cabin in Bala overlooking the Moon River where I spent happy summers as a child.
A man at work with a hammer and saw, a flannel shirt rolled up at the cuffs, and the smell of cedar sawdust.
Lilacs outside my bedroom window. The muted sound of traffic swishing by on a rainy day. The "earthy green" sounds and smells of a rainshower in the forest.