God damn, it's niceto still find some gravel road, toward a few hills and peakswith a little stream, big trees, sage brush and flat places to sleep.The scent of pine, not much elseto save us from the stuff that fills up so much elseyet seems small and deadwhen it's all far away.When the stars are brightand down valley, some hidden critters yip yaw in the hillswhere nothing else matters.
Nice. 👍🏼