Wyatt comes up behind me and quietly says "Dad, look, a Moose!"
I looked out the window to find this handsome guy staring in
from the driveway...
this is why I love living up here so much...
these random, or are they, encounters with animals
and the comings and goings of the natural world surrounding us here...
in time it all becomes a part of you, often unspoken,
but nevertheless present in the quiet of any given moment...
there is no accounting for magic
it has a schedule of it's own making and meaning
it's my job to be open to it and allow it to speak to me
that I might learn
and offer these gifts to my son...
