Into The Woods
Into the woods The end of summer Into cold morning A gleeful glimmer of a night without incident… Nothing to prevent Our awakening of senses, primordial Long forgotten, guttural need for fire and food.
A great horned owl awakens me from my darkened state with the call to its mate to breakfast. Brings my morning thoughts around to the food we hauled up off the ground into a tree to ward off bears out hungry.
A long winding walk, heavy packs but light thoughts down to the river's edge we made. With campfire rings and the desire to sing we make tales of what adventure bring.