The sun lit the trees, a burst of light burning the cold away.
Run, run, as fast as you can.
The sun glistened still on the water, the mist hung low in the sky.
The calm before the storm?
We bonded quietly, content in the moment as the stream rushed alongside us and the moss squished beneath our toes.
“But I am such a fun guy,” sobbed the Fun Guy, alone in his home.
“Three Horns never play with Long Necks.”
Land Before Time
Triceratops and TriSARAHtops
Canoe Adventures on Horne Lake.
We are hours from our destination but neither of us care. It is the journey that excites us. It is the journey that matters.
To the left a sleeping giant rests, laying flush across the lake. He stares straight up into the stars, at once ambivalent and awed, still as a mountain.
To the right we congregate around the campfire, exchanging stories and staring deep into the darkness that surrounds us.
A crack sounds from the woods, a broken twig or crunched leaf.
A crackle springs from the fire, sparks flying into the night.
We are at peace.