Wednesday, August 31, 2016

8.12.16 Sticks and joy




Down we went to a small Lane nearby, with a series of small paths nobody uses, in the woods. I released him, and he bounded away happily, all of the chipmunks and red squirrels warning each other.
It was good to see that the stream still had water, for all the living things, the wildlife. That we are not drier than that.
The wind blew through the tall forest, the light flickered down through all of the leaves. 
As I I gave thanks for being here, for walking through the clean peaceful forest. As the pup leapt and raced and brought me sticks and joy.



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