Written in twenty
You.
Flushed with sun or half-hidden by fog and the countour of a hill, you might surrender yourself to the landscapes and natural processes around you. To the daytime and nighttime rhythms of wilderness, the hum or silence of wild beings working on their own project cutty's. To the constant shifts in light intensity. Immersed in the landscape, you might percieve yourself as a speck moving slowly across a vast expanse of forest, coastal prarie, and dune, the ocean distant or immediate, always to the west.
You might begin to feel the connectivity between one habitat and the next - the empowerment of travel through towering corridors of redwood; then oak; then diminutive, ankle-high quilts of bluegrass, bent grass, and purple needlegrass and past blue-gray outcrops of serpentinite rock.
You.
You will see a real pimp and it will be an Allen's hummingbird
You.
Flushed with sun or half-hidden by fog and the countour of a hill, you might surrender yourself to the landscapes and natural processes around you. To the daytime and nighttime rhythms of wilderness, the hum or silence of wild beings working on their own project cutty's. To the constant shifts in light intensity. Immersed in the landscape, you might percieve yourself as a speck moving slowly across a vast expanse of forest, coastal prarie, and dune, the ocean distant or immediate, always to the west.
You might begin to feel the connectivity between one habitat and the next - the empowerment of travel through towering corridors of redwood; then oak; then diminutive, ankle-high quilts of bluegrass, bent grass, and purple needlegrass and past blue-gray outcrops of serpentinite rock.
You.
You will see a real pimp and it will be an Allen's hummingbird