At Giant Springs, now Giant Springs State Park, Montana. This used to be a huge hill, up which I would trudge and down which I would run with the wind or even stop, drop, and roll. The hill now seems more of a mound, and I did not run with the wind or roll down. I sat instead at the top and reflected upon lifetimes, Dad's and my own, until the others happened my way and I rejoined the here and the now.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
My Legs Really Were Shorter Then
At Giant Springs, now Giant Springs State Park, Montana. This used to be a huge hill, up which I would trudge and down which I would run with the wind or even stop, drop, and roll. The hill now seems more of a mound, and I did not run with the wind or roll down. I sat instead at the top and reflected upon lifetimes, Dad's and my own, until the others happened my way and I rejoined the here and the now.
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