What more can one say after beholding such beauty, such wonder? I am falling in love again and again with the high desert the more I explore the surrounding country-land. It has a way of creepin' up and cannot be fully appreciated until experienced first hand...that's for certain!! And I reminisce of the time spent in the Gila Wilderness as I sit amidst a concrete jungle... Sorry, no hot springs here.
New York City hums outside my window; the closest thing to wilderness out here is perhaps a feral street cat or a squirrel who's only world exists within the confines of a man-made park.
Which makes me wonder: How did the squirrels get to NYC? Were there turf wars in the beginning? Did their ancestors stay exclusively in the same park as they themselves have? And if so, what kind of inbreeding and/or exclusive gene pool(s) are we dealing with?!?
Hmmm...
...And so my journey unfolds in every moment. I shall keep ramblin' on with longing in my heart....
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