Monday, May 10, 2004

Home Home On The Range

There is something about the 3:00am wilderness that lets you wander like a free ranging farm animal, finding a bit of grass to nibble here, finding an empty open prairie there, finding no bothersome people to run into, no fences to keep you fenced in, that I just plain love. I am home on my wide open range grazing the people-free zone of this dark night.