Simplicity
Swooshing of the birds’ wings overhead
Rooster and chicken figurines on top of the roof’s edge
Stacked round rocks forming the border of the garden
Wooden rope swing I sit in
Small creek bed running under the wooden porch
Grace is a gift from an innocent friend
Certainty that all bleeding stops eventually
Inevitability that death comes to us all
Complexity
No linear lines to any buildings
Walkway is consistently uneven
Several outbuildings with no connection
We all fall short of perfect
You can make it as complex as you want until death finds you