so in the picture you would see a human scaling the side of the house, this mansion, top of the hill,
overlooking the private golf course below him because obv the house sits one side to a cliff.
both the pool he glimpses as being the courtyard, and its waterfall below. So much of the
house is windows. He climbs up to the top to spy on the man who lives there,
and what this man is looking at.
The climber gazes down below through a skylight, and the moment before dusk begins,
pours thru. Plants have their territories, branches and leaves reach out to touch the light.
In the middle an exotic floor. Large, with rugs woven into narratives of the past.
He see's someone observing their first time memory of a cherished now moment,
that has resonated into their core as they exist now. He had made the dangerous
climb to see this.
He then felt like he and the man shared something, that then all people share, for we all exist as
our first memory of everything. That individual down below, looking and slightly thinking,
he was resonating with an old set of golf clubs in a worn leather bag. The idea that
at one time no matter who he now was, he had started something at the beginning. And
all of us know this feeling especially with what we love. The climber felt the connection.
He felt as rich as that man was. He made his way down the wall and slipped successfully
into the night.
He became something like when traveled far and landing in the most exact perfect spot.
