Tuesday, August 20, 2024

Dialog for kindred spirits

 Sometimes, in wandering the woods, I get lost in the natural world and forget that people are a part of it. I was surprised when I came to the dam on a pond on Barbashela Creek and saw another human being, a fisherman.

“Catching anything?” I asked.

“Nothing but a little peace of mind,” he said.

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