Climb up with me.
Let’s lay against damp shingles
On the rooftops of our most possible dreams.
We’ll stare at the anvils in the sky,
These great thunderheads,
The unreachable ones,
Radiant with their own suns.
Climb up with me
Skis, boots, poles, helmet. Check.
Climb up with me.
Let’s lay against damp shingles
On the rooftops of our most possible dreams.
We’ll stare at the anvils in the sky,
These great thunderheads,
The unreachable ones,
Radiant with their own suns.
Sidecountry Living 