I'm Dreaming....
Of a frosty fall morning of about 34 deg. Light breeze in my face. 20ft off the ground. Pink light coming into the forest canopy. Birds starting to chirp. Squirrells rustling in the leaves for an acorn.
Take a deeeep breath. Feel that cold crisp morning air in my nostrils, down into my lungs. Now, exhale. Slow. Easy. Ahhhh.
Is it October yet??? I am having severe withdrawals.
LT
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"The Whitetail Deer". Call them dumb, call them curious, call them whatever you want, but one day, the biggest one you ever saw will turn you into a babbling fool.
"Why discuss what you do not care about?"
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