that's all

there is much beauty in a moment of confusion and interpretation.
there is that lesson , again and again, don't look down and miss all the good stuff -
just look up and trip over things.

i learn so much from you, even when I am not looking

"This is blindness, beyond all conceiving
While behind us, the road is leaving
And leaving, and falling back
Like a rope gone slack

Well, I saw straightaway that the lay was steep
But I fell for you, honey, easy as falling asleep
And that, right there is the course I keep

And no amount of talking
Is going to soften the fall
But, like after the rain
Step out of the overhang, that's all "