January 5th, 2017
“We may run, walk, stumble, drive, or fly, but let us never lose sight of the reason for the journey, or miss a chance to see a rainbow on the way.”
As I walk home along the railroad easement, coyotes sing, a flock of doves wing past, and quails toot their own horns. I am intoxicated by the pure beauty of this first day of a New Year. Truly a good omen for days to come.