Wild

On a wilderness trek from Cindy's Ski Haus to my work-a-day world, I came upon two moose.  Two bulls, each with velvety half-grown antlers, on opposite sides of the road, were ravishing the willow sprouts.  I watched, inspired by the energy of these beasts to grow such enormous antlers, thrash about with them, only to discard them and then grow bigger ones the next spring.

Not far down the road, I came upon two bears, shiny and black with dark brown eyes.  As these two ursines grazed on the newly sprouted grass, they did not care that I watched them.  The bears had no fear, only hunger.

And so it begins again.