Five Things About the Place I Call Home
1. The fuzzy mountains roll into each other lazily.
2. Tips of tree canopies, nearly touching, blanket the sleepy giant hills in marbled blobs of different greens - pine, ash, fir, oak.
3. The sun gently warms the mornings, waking the birds and coaxing the carmel-sugar scent from the trees.
4. The night brings coolness and fresh air. Between ponderosa silhouettes, stars gleam intensely.
5. The moon threatens to keep me awake with its brightness.
And then -
“I knew we wouldn’t make it,” he said.
Choo struck out, last at bat.
Is that it?
“Always springs eternal,” so they say.
In my experience?
Always ends in damnatio memoriae.
You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.
On the road again!