Reflection coefficient or, range?
Fingertips made of the same sensation.
Rushing, can’t stop.
It has been a trip – to get here.
To release the pounds.
What a beautiful trip – the sheer, majesty of it.
A story based on fiction, that is fact? Factual account turned to reveal the reflections of a man in those moments the glorious waves just tumble and turn, providing us a moment to be thankful?
The journey was delicious, and it still is.
“There was never meant to be oil in the branch. It comes only from the olives offered at the table.” – Gus