upon return.

on a mission:

to see sights i'd not yet seen

and

to visit friends.

ziggy and i roomed together.

he snores.

he hogs the bed.

i love him anyway.  

across the street from the thunderbird: 

old bones lay resting in an old cemetery.

-- "no dogs allowed" --

zig posed to show

the size of the magnificent ancient trees

aligned with the sidewalk.

in "old town" pocatello:

a haircut

and

the works.

from there:

a hike at the dog park.

an invitation to dinner

with

friends

old and new.

the water gurgled as it freely flowed. 

a walk

with

friends

both two and four legged: 

the next day:

another adventure

to

the high country.

soaked the bones

at

lava hot springs. 

pastoral scenes

along the portneuf:

another drive

in

another direction: 

train whistles blew

day

and night.... 

spent a lovely day at plume gables:

****

anything

forced or misunderstood

can never be beautiful.

let it flow and love it.

****

zig slept

as

music played

all around him:

he was serenaded

by

voice

and

song

and

the tapping of metal.

my soul was fed

and

i returned to the airport.

my heart was full:

love.

joy.

peace.

understanding.

i return to my alaskan home

resolved to:

put pen to paper

instead of

finger to keyboard.

to be kinder and more loving and tolerant.

to hold close to my inner being

words that should not be spoken.

"the health of the eye

seems to demand a horizon.

we are never tired,

so long as we see far enough."

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