Any Ordinary Thursday

A startled snake zippers down the hill away from me, a brown cottontail bunny eyes me warily, the tail of a lizard slips under the rocks.  There are secret passages and rooms in the banks of broom.  Big rocks make a satisfying splash, over and over again.  Vetch and broom make a satisfying bouquet.  Wildness still creeps around the edges, even in the suburbs.  We will find it.

-Real freedom lies in wildness, not in civilization.

--Charles Lindbergh