For days I’ve been looking for a pine cone. There is one in my back yard, but no ladder made could reach it.
I climbed into my car after a quickie at the gym. I had parked there 50 times. I turned the key and looked forward – there they were – eye level – small and pretty. It was not the giant from the forests of California, or the Poconos of my childhood, but it represented the same thing to me. A quite place void of man made things – except me and someone I loved.
Great, busy, day today. Happy to have had it.
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