Friday, March 28, 2014

The Walk

The other evening Bruce, Murphy and I drove the mile past Vista Point, pulled off onto Telegraph Road and took a walk.  The sun was setting, the crickets chirping and the fragrance of baby leaves drifted through the waning sunlight.
In other words, the universe was there singing for us and we were there to appreciate it.

How perfect is that?


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