Leave You When The Summer Comes Along

Joan Baez: Babe I'm Gonna Leave You

So that’s how
we live our lives.
No matter how deep
and fatal the loss,
no matter how important
the thing that's
stolen from us -
that's snatched
right out of our hands -
even if we are
left completely changed,
with only the outer layer
of skin from before,
we continue to play out
our lives this way,
in silence.
We draw ever nearer
to the end of our
allotted span of time,
bidding it farewell
as it trails off behind.
Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday.
Leaving behind a feeling of insurmountable emptiness...
Maybe, in some distant place, everything is already, quietly, lost.
Or at least there exists a silent place where everything can
disappear, melting together in a single, overlapping figure. And as
we live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threads
attached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried to
bring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing them
closer, holding on to them. Knowing all the while that their lives
are fleeting.
--Haruki Murakami

Led Zeppelin: Babe I'm Gonna Leave You

CHEYAVA FALLS
TOMB OF THE UNKNOWN HIKER
ISIS TEMPLE FROM UTAH FLATS
CLEAR CREEK CANYON
POIN'DEXTER FROM HANCE RAPID