Falling...

I went to the cemetery today, not to feed the squirrels but just to escape. There's something incredibly peaceful hanging out with John, inches from Princes Street but miles from anyone.

This leaf fell at my feet as I sat on the bench, it made me wonder if the leaves always fall face down. Like a piece of toast that you've just buttered but dropped, you know it's going to land butter side down before it even hits the floor. I watched some of the other leaves fall and land... all of them face down. Weird.

I wonder which way we'd fall if we smeared ourselves in butter...

Breathe me...

132 sleeps!