Three stories
I want to tell you a story, but I must tell you two other stories first.
The first is about forest water.
I went up to the Grampians with my wife and daughter, my sister, her kids and husband and his sister. I don’t know why I think all of that is necessary information.
Anyway, I absolutely loved it and the kids had a ball.
When wandering through the lovely morning bush, Shereen taught the kids about forest water. There is a special chi you get from licking the tiny drops of dew off the leaves of the trees. It’s cool and refreshing and makes you feel one with nature.
The second story is that I went to see Hereditary with my wife’s cousin and family.
It’s a beautifully shot film that is deeply flawed while still having a lot of potential. Anyway, there is a phenomenally horrible scene involving beheading and a car and I’m truly sorry if you wanted to see it but came here first.
So, these are the things in my head for the following:
My wife and I were driving home from the mountains and it was lovely and misty and there was dew on the leaves and everything was picturesque. So I had to ruin it with my dark mind.
My wife pointed out the dew on the trees and said “forest water!”
And my immediate thought was:
He sticks his head out of the car, telling his wife “Hey, get closer to the edge so I can lick the forest water!” and then it’s
Licklicklicklick
“Mmmm… Forest water– ow! ow! wait, no aaaargh!”
SMACKsmackSMACKsmack rrrrrriiiiiipppppp
Plop.
Gush gush bleed bleed.
Was it worth the wait?
Finding Damo 