I slip over the black in expert-tied boots chasing Daddy's red shirt into the darkness and see a whole new world.
Friday, December 02, 2005
Did I mention that my cat died? Thats right my surly 19 year old three-legged cat finally died. Damn thing out lived every other animal I have ever owned. I don't exactly know what to think. I have no more childhood pets. It's weird.
I write. I study. I read. I can. I plant. I grow. I hunt. I create. I change. I map. I travel. I persist.
I treasure snapshots of existence like the scent of bruised tomato plants in high summer heat, the trill of toads accented by peepers, the rhythm of rain on bare arms, and the sight of clouds being born of a mountain stream.