I rise in the woods of a September morning to the sounds of crackling fires and bluegrass banjo’s being tuned.
Let’s go for a hike along the Soldiers trail and look for mighty elk.
Off in the distance I hear the sounds of Bob Marley playing.
I tap my feet along the trail, wondering…
Is it love, is it love, it is love that I’m feeling?
I find no elk, only curious Kaibob squirrels and the comfort standing next to a tree that has been struck by lightning.
