1,2,3

We are on our morning walk. We meaning the dogs, and me. I am up on the sidewalk, traffic whizzing by, and I am considering my perspective from this height. I am above my rather emence community. Before the community is this hill.
Like a layer cake, the law of threes, street, hill, buildings.
This is how I think.
Welcome to my head. Welcome to a slice (or three) of my world.