Tonight I found a little frog on the balcony with me. I didn’t see him arrive. I looked and he was there.
We are the only ones who think owls are cute. For most creatures owls are shadow wraiths of death. The moon winks and your brother is gone.
I have wandered this property and found the humblest place on it, a speck of ground I doubt many would esteem as I do.
Someone just wheeled a clattering cart of dishes two hundred yards down the pebbled sidewalk from Dulcinea to the Welcome Center, obliterating all sound from the valley, and I’m now convinced we are the rudest, most irritating species on the planet.
On beyond the Lost Boys Cabins you leave everything human behind. I found a comfortable rock out there and sat upon it as the sun slipped below the horizon. I sat for quite some time, as day turning to night takes longer than most people realize.