Silver Thoughts
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Silver Thoughts

Notation in hiking journal: July 26, 2020 9:27AM  Going to be a hot day I’ve been hiking a while.  Long enough for the chill of the early morning to fade.  When I awoke like usual close to 5 AM, my upper back between my shoulder blades and the back of my neck were already tense.   Tense muscles make for a tight mind.  These early morning hours are my time to read, or write.  Lately, it’s been reading.  I devour book after book.  It’s been some time since I’ve done this.  So far, I am not satiated.  The books feed…

The Deer
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The Deer

When he rose, maybe 100 feet uphill of me, I was on my knees in the dusty trail. My small hiking journal teetered on my knees as my hand flew across the pages. Scrawled words in fuzzy grey pencil somehow formed into meaning.  A truth: words sometimes had to be captured before they escaped.  When my hand stilled and my mind returned to the surroundings, I thought it an unusual place for a deer to have lain.  I watched as the young buck with his small four point antlers, still in velvet, nosed about.  Odd.  He did not browse.  He…

Impressions ~ Walking II
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Impressions ~ Walking II

Vignette \vin-yet\ Etymology (a word’s history) 1)  1751, “decorative design,” originally a design in the form of vine tendrils around the borders of a book page, especially a picture page, from French vignette, from Old French diminutive of vigne “vineyard” (see vine). Since transferred from the border to the picture itself, then (1853) to a type of small photographic portrait with blurred edges very popular mid-19c. Meaning “literary sketch” is first recorded 1880, probably from the photographic sense. https://www.etymonline.com/word/vignette#etymonline_v_7784 2)  Definition of vignette (noun) vi·​gnette 1a: a picture (such as an engraving or photograph) that shades off gradually into the surrounding…

Spiral Horizon
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Spiral Horizon

The sky lightens.  Delicate coral pink at the horizon fades to a delicate shell blue, if there is such a shade, and flows up the arc of the sky to become cobalt.  The horizon is not a flat line any more, with its southern horizon punctuated by the irregular rounded buttes of the Bear Paw Mountains of north central Montana.  Now the horizon is humped with bristly hills, all around.  Cows still bawl in the distance, though.  I think this sound was born with me, embedded in my bones.  And one of my horses munches contentedly within easy sight of…

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Leaf Courage

I saw it there a couple weeks ago, resting among green leaves and flowers.  A single yellow heart, its tether disconnected from its source.  The edges of the heart were ruffled and it was a bit battered with flecks of brown on its surface.  Even though a bright red flower pulsed next to the heart, and farther away a white flower blazed and deep purple flowers shone, the yellow heart’s thrum stopped my footsteps. Then it seemed the yellow heart lifted the slightest bit and hovered there over the leaves it had rested on.  It whispered, “See me.  Feel me.”…