I feel strange in the presence of iron or mountains. Both drag thoughts to the side of my head. Their cold gravity tilts the world like a waterfall. Like the swish of water in a bowl when your thoughts splash over to the other side / staying tilted until you grab the iron in your hand and feel the black cold weight balancing against the bronze measure. Or lean against the cliff face to feel the cold mineral gravity of mind by the side of the ocean.
Thoughts are like grains of sand or gold or other precious metals or is it the decisions made from them.
Yet we measure and contrast, balance and decide throughout life to help and to admonish, to laugh and to love to give and receive in kind.
photo by kind permission flickr:tersiiska.