flyingears

i'm sitting here tonight and i guess i just want to write something. i'm about a million miles away from many things.

i remember staying in the cabin on the white river and drinking wine. i hiked back behind that cabin through the snow. i found the skull of a dead cow elk. i walked up onto a clearing of tall grass and fallen trees and surprized two deer who stood and looked at me before turning and running into the pines.

i finished working at the nursery. i always like that. finishing work.....that feeling when you leave and the future is uncertain. sometimes things feel too certain and i'm thankful that sometimes things are not.

i wish that johnny cash had sung and recorded every ballad and folk song that i've ever heard or read.

if you want to be happy buy a bag of fresh peaches. take them and give them to people you encounter on the street. i'm not kidding. you will be happy.

the night is chilly and cloudy. this kind of night and this kind of day make me feel good. pancakes and black coffee.

there is a lot to learn.

i watched two birds flying.