Memories

A long walk via the via ferrâtà Curalla  (I think the extra captures it well) up to the Chalets du Varan and then à little higher.
An appalling nights sleep, I thought I'd no idea why. Subconsciously I tried to resolve it with a tough day. Hanging off the cliff mind half empty lost in the moment I found myself singing the refrain from one of the finest pieces of music ever written, a song that says so so so much about what it is to be human.
It's almost exactly a year since beautiful wild Pushka and always laughing Tony left this earthly realm. I miss them both immensely.

Philosophy Friday
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade?
Your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk-on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year
Running over the same old ground, what have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here