Communing with nature…

For the past several weeks, Mina has been out in California snapping babe pics and sending them over to me in my mountain hideaway in the mountains of Pennsylvania.  I’ve been doing a pretty good job just writing the commentary and patiently awaiting the next batch, but the babe pics are getting fewer and far between, and holy crap am i getting bored up on this mountain.

in an attempt to make the best of the situation, i’m taking this time to re-commune with nature.  right now for example, i have strapped on my 2140 model of the asics running shoe and am about to go on a leisurely mountain-side walk to become one with squirrels and see if i can walk gently by rabbits without scaring them away because we are on the same wavelength, the wavelength of friends.

i have loaded up “the eagles” on my i-pod confident that the band chose that name in particular because of their distinct ability to channel the spirit of real actual eagles.

oh beautiful mountain mist, i don’t wake up early enough to see you, but i know you’re there on some mornings probably.  eagles of the mountain, free and soaring up above, transmit your wisdom and courage to me through my bright white apple headphones as i serenade the forest with my own heartfelt rendition of “Desperado.”

A lone woman in nature, the ralph waldo emerson of her time wandering babeless, pensive under the setting sun, dust in the wind, born to be wild.