'I used to live in one of those little houses down there and I still remember every road and every field and every brick and stone. Everything you can see was the map of my entire life. The raging battleground of all my victories and defeats, from up here just looks like a pretty pattern. Every single minute was a struggle but not a second goes by when I don't wish I was back down there... mixing it up again on good old planet earth.'
Sköna blomstersysslor på Kaprifol väntar. Dock känner jag att tankarna är uppe i det blå idag. Undrar hur blomsterskapandet blir idag? Fluffiga mjuka vita molnbuketter i det blå? Skönt.
Mer Rob Ryan här.