...a good walk.

We got out before the weekend deluge and took a good walk over the hill and back.  Met lots of fresh faces, including some humans. Summer folk are about, wandering up and down, trying to look like they've been here all along. I can remember what it was like, starting to dread going back down the mountain the morning after arriving.

There's no scheduled departure to dim my joy now, however. There's no other place on Earth I'm compelled to go. There's nothing on earth I need to see that can't be seen right here if I look deeply enough. My plan is to lodge between these green and blessed hills until I feed the flowers. 

Henry's books.


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