Thoughts

Curtesy of Betsy McDonald the Old Forge Bear is back

just berry pickingon a common sunny dayin a sweet momenti remember picking local wild berries with youi don’t really see you or remember youvisually, only the atmosphereof our two sets of handsin the bright summer sunreaching for each deep, almost black, fruitwhile avoiding the numerous thornsas challenge for the bursting of juice in the thicketalong

beauty for an insomniaclies in knowing with acute awarenessthe subtle differencesin reflected lightduring the night, andbeing able to pinpointto the hour and minutewether it is 1:30AM or 3:45AMby the slivers of lightreleased betweenthe vertical blindsthis is akin to the well honed artof being able to discern the date in winterby the color of the bark

the honeymoon is over, it was disclosed sureptitiouslythe porch wood was rottenrotten to the coreso now it has been sawed up and disposed of, goneto the wood dumpwhere it will transition in new form,while i am herewith a new viewout the kitchen french doorsthe yard looks expansive,wet dirt leading to mossand the infinite skythat starts

Sometimes you get to share in the adventure, and it is magical (like fireworks) and the memory last forever. Sometimes you get to dream the adventure and the dream keeps pushing you forward.

Amazing day zip lining, rock climbing and doing tree obstacle courses!!! Tree to Tree Adventure Park