JUST A BLINK: Part II

I want to grow old, in an old cabin...

built by an old tree, in an

old forest...with my best friend...

The other day, my guy and I went on a drive about.

We set off for Hebgen Lake, over in Montana.

This time of year, you are guaranteed

to run into a few spirited rams that have

angled off the mountain, 

foraging for food.

I spend a lot of my time gazing out the window, as the scenery

flies by.  I am always deep in thought, and because

both of us are getting a little hard of hearing

we don't verbally say to much.

It is a silence, that is totally comfortable.

Once in a while though, I will turn towards him

and ask..."What ya thinkin'?"

At which point he rattles off a dozen or so things, and then grins and says..."That's just for starters."

I have this song playing, over and over in my head:

Homeward Bound

Bind me not, to the pasture...

chain me not, to the plow,

set me free to find my calling...

and I'll return to you somehow.

I have lived with a man of adventure, a free spirit, 

who was probably born, a hundred years to

late, to fall into the lifestyle, he eventually

has chose for himself.

I thought of  the days preceding a business trip

that took him to Istanbul, Turkey, and how

he groomed himself inside and 

out for the challenge.

The friendships that were born from that experience are ones

we will take into eternity.

IF THE DREAM'S BIG ENOUGH

THE FACTS DON'T COUNT. 

I thought of the many, many times I have seen him

off, to earn our keep:

NY, NY

Chico, CA

Reno, NV

Mardis Gras'

Jackson Hole, WY

Alaska

Mack's Inn, ID

Montana...again and again

Wyoming...never enough

It is crazy, but this man of mine...will sometimes drive over 

10-15 hours in a day,

finish his business, and

 return home...

to sleep 

in his own bed, with his woman. 

As we have gotten older, I appreciate this sacrifice of his

more and more, because I am not one who can

stay awake, for very long

if I am in a vehicle

driving

to anywhere.  

Seriously,  just cruising to Utah, if I am 

en route by myself,

 sometimes I will have to pull over and take a quick little

cat nap, before finishing up that last 

hour or so of driving.

So anyway we found the 

sheep, the rams were still up top, grazing  under the trees

but the ewes and babies had ventured to the 

highway, eating grasses and licking up

road salt. 

To see a hillside blanketed in the white of winter

is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty.

But to share it...

to walk the gray winter woods and find

buds which will resurrect their 

beauty in May...is to partake

of continuity.

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 JUST A BLINK...