Lumbering

If I were the lumbering sort, I may need the embrace and comfort of the woods where miscellaneous articles are patched together in a naturally raw disorder. Where vision beyond is thick and dense and loss of space and time cut away clarified awareness.

Lithesome in thought I enter into the urbane forest as the embrace of rugged comfort, light and craft are patched together in a naturally raw order. With eyes wide, the refraction alters the sound and heat as it passes from the alternating textured surfaces, the clarified image is encapsulated inside a wooded bubble in the midst of the city.

It is here where sophisticated aromas and essence of the earth mingle and play in way of a conscience and sustainable menu placed upon platter and tools of man. It is here where my belly is patted and rubbed with love as I exit in a lumbering manner.