As the sun fades into the unknown, I am sitting on the bank in this meditative hour. The last remaining light lays soft on the waters of the Bitterroot River. Soon - the moon will cast her glow on them. This is a rare moment that I have carefully suspended. Because as sure as I …
the big oak
Yesterday I climbed the big oak behind the old red barn, just high enough where a robin is waiting with open wings. But I’m restless— more like a feather in the wind that cannot fight the breeze, instead of being sturdy like this tree. But I am a quiet loner climbing farther away from shattered …
Dixie's Road Trip 