Clouds Sink Down The Hills Coffee Is

Wildness It Is Perennially Within Us, Dormant As A Hard-shelled Seed, Awaiting The Fire Or Flood That Awakes It Again.

Place And The Scale Of Space Must Be Measured Against Our Bodies And Their Capabilities.

I Recalled When I Worked In The Woods And The Bars Of Madras, Oregon. That Short-haired Joy And Roughness America Your Stupidity. I Could Almost Love You Again.

Human Beings Everywhere In The World Are Affected By The Global Media Now. Still, What I Have Noticed In The East Asia, In The Indigenous World, Alaska In Particular, And In Back Country Farm And Ranch Country, Is A Higher Sense Of Etiquette, And More Respectful Manners. Urban Middle Class Cosmopolitan World Peoples Of All Races Have Become Speedy And Rude. This Is A Pretty Big Generalization Though.

Range After Range Of Mountains. Year After Year After Year. I Am Still In Love.