1 month ago
Monday, July 28, 2008
Turn around and look back at the road behind... it could be the entrance to Lost Canyon where I first rode my pretty black and white pinto Misty with my Sweetie, a tall can of illicit beer and summer's innocence in hand... summer's heady aroma of dry sage, yucca flowers and tall yellow grass wafting by on the hot breeze, crickets' lazy chirping in the shady lush undergrowth closer to the creek... slow, lazy water whirling the green mossy strands studded with pollywogs... That year I was 14, and I have never felt more alive than then, when life threw it's very worst, and it's very best shots at me. Lucky me it happened so young.
Life is one amazing reality. Take the best parts; enjoy them, remember them, embrace them. Share them too.