In nocturnal silence, flowing fog,
breath of the land itself, thick with scents of leaves, blossoms, and bark, enshrouds a menagerie of flora and fauna and ascends a heavy wet sky of pale slate.
except the riot of colors in Fall,
the white of Winter,
and the earthen tones of clouds split by lightning.
A primeval forest.
Beneath each tree, leaf, and rock
are life forms unique in the cosmos;
but there are no more wolverines.
I had just completed an intense net-working drive which put my business on page 1 of Google local search results, when my mom called.
I need you here.”
So I tabled it all,
loaded my life and savings into an aging motor coach,
and rode mountains, plains, and valleys on a wing and a prayer for 1800 miles.
I’m updating 70 online accounts, insurance, licenses, the usual stuff, and taking care of Mom.
It’s all good.
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Photos © 2010-2011 Greg Lauver, LauverSystems.com