You don't mean.....they crow about it?
You don't mean.....they crow about it?
I may have told the story: The second day after I moved to Colorado, I was wandering around the park across the street and hit a patch of black ice. I thought light was the fastest thing in the universe. As I was on my back staring up at the sky, I heard all the local crows laughing at me. I think a couple of them had heart attacks.
True enough, my final home is still out there, but this is most certainly my home range and I love it. I love every rock I fall off and tree I trip over. Even when I am close to dying from exhaustion, a beautiful sunset doesn't lose it's power to refresh and inspire me and that, in itself, is enough to save me sometimes.
Bookmarks