How does one go from the absolute monotony of the daily grind, into a wonderland of refreshing beauty, and still feel normal returning? ...not that I ever truly feel normal in this artificial habitat. The restlessness I experience returning makes my heart ache, and leaves so much to be desired.
The sounds, and smells... Everything about the mountains intoxicates my every sense with overwhelming wholeness. There is nothing more incredible than admiring a crystal clear night sky, every star glittering vividly, the moon reflecting serenely on the river rushing past. On the perfect sandy banks the fire dances and crackles heating up the cool night air. The gentle breeze rustles through the pine tree a lone cricket sings under... A symphony of sensual perfection. How did we ever let it get away from us?
The passing Audis and SUVs occupied by business suits and blue tooths remind me that I was born into an era not my own. I feel alienated and overwhelmed by material possessions and the weight of the status they symbolize. A gyspy quickly learns how cumbersome unnecessary items are. I'd rather be a broke snowboarder, rich in life experience, than some money grubbing, desperate house wife. I wonder if her Gucci bag and Coach shoes keep her warm at night? Give me a camp fire and good people and I will make some real memories happen...

A clean slate...

The beginning of everything, and anything is here every new moment.