Soon I will have a shiny wreath of aluminium oak leaves, for now I have just a handful.
Before that there was pile of sharp metal scraps on the table, not much thicker than paper but unwieldy and with a determined memory of its earlier shape.
Before that there was a refreshing glass of sweet brown liquid, effervescence racing to the surface and exploding in a fine mist as it meets the air.
Before that there was a hot day and a raging thirst, condensation collecting on the can an irresistible temptation.
Before that there was a shop with crates stacked high, before that there was a truck pounding relentlessly up and down the trunk roads,
before that there was a factory mixing countless gallons of water with caramel and other "secret ingredients".
Before that there was a river, flowing from the mountain top through a mighty oak forest down to the valley where the factory stands, a giant brooding edifice.
Before that there was rain and clouds and evaporation, before that was an ocean... I could go on..
This is my first "slideshow" for @jjcommunity
forum today, but it only ever tells part of the story #jj_forum_1851