#if I was good at art and wanted to make an animatic about my kintype this would be the background to it

[wingedarchivist]

Then quite suddenly I remembered

I'd been here before, years before

I'd stood on this same hill

I knew the valley of which I looked

Life has moments of sheer beauty

Of unbidden flying rapture

But they last no longer than the span of a crow's flight over the sun

I'd stumbled onto just such a moment

In my own life

I'd stumbled on a buried memory...

Fragment from Komm Jesu by Dirt Poor Robins