I imagine right about now I should be out in Colorado, the Denver area, to be somewhat precise. I’m probably on some hike, coming around a ridge and looking out on a scene just like that one right here. And maybe there’s a bald eagle out in the distance or an elk or a mountain goat looking right back at me, as if to say, “What’s up?”
I’ll probably be breathing fresh air with a hit of pine resin in it, or sage brush if I’m out on some plateau. I probably won’t be hearing anything, nothing. Except maybe the wind whipping through the pines, or the cry of an eagle or the rush of a mountain stream tumbling down or hell just nothing…nothing at all, just the silence of God’s great universe.
And everything will be alright. Yep, that’s what I’m up to RIGHT THIS MINUTE.
What are you guys doing?
See you next time,