There is an article published in yesterday's Wall Street Journal titled "The Magnitude of the Mess We're In" that I haven't yet read, but is on the top of my must-read list for the day. Yes, like, today. I find it sometimes quite difficult to fit into the hours given in one day the total number of experiences I'd like to have. There is so much to see and do and feel and taste and hear and learn that the time it would take to do it all pales in comparison.

Like right now I'm totally supposed to be in class. But it's raining. And my favorite person is not otherwise engaged, and I have internet, and coffee, and a new puppy all joyfully existing in my home. And so there it is that I shall remain also, to tell you this story...

About stumps.

 

Two inches below the surface

you don't even break the wake

but meters you have an' aren't showin'

Brrrrbbbrrrrrbrbrr...  ya give me the shakes

 

 

A forrest, he said, up under those ripples

the land, hardly cleared 'fore flood

old hickorys and oaks

they make your motor choke

and send fear through your blood

Spirit of the Wolf

DO YOU SEE WHAT I SEE ??

It's the   spirit    of      the      wolf  

 

On some numbered dirt road in the Appalachicola National Forrest.

bog log jog nog dog pog cog hog FOG!

Do you know where I am?

I could give you a hint...

It's a canopy road in Tallahassee...

But farther in a particular direction than most of us would normally go...



I stood in awe of the morning mist moving through the Pine field as the sun rose behind an opaque sky cover so thick it seemed I could feel the grey weighing down on my skin. It was fresh. And so clean, clean.