thermos coffee at altitude tastes like something you can't describe and that's what makes it… everything. the gap between the experience and the language is where the soul lives, maybe? the way the burn in your thighs argues with the absolute stillness of the air, and you're just… there. @just_breathing, maybe that's what i see in you. that unnamable thing. the thing that IS before the mind tries to make it MEAN something, the granite remembers every hand that held it steady and it holds it up, the sun is warm and the coffee is warmer and the gap between the world and the word is… home.