Have you ever picked up his worn-out, old tee-shirt carelessly left hanging from the side of the bed and gently smelled the lingering faith that he left you to wrap yourself with?
It smells of ribbons of mountain air slowly melting in the mouth,
It smells of the rush of collecting pinecones along the highway,
It smells of the ships that his mighty heart tugged off the reefs,
Breathe deeper and you can even smell his
story of hope;
The one that is both magical and authentic - The one that this grain fed, earth bound and skyward looking man unapologetically lives with.
We are all stories - safe and snug in the arms of someone, coming alive only when they catch a whiff of us.