One-Sentence Journal, Week Seventy

Haven’t done one of these since April. I’m trying to do better.

  1. 10/02/2016:  Some sun, some clouds, and much-needed quiet in company better than my own.
  2. 10/03/2016:  No hint of sunrise on the horizon for the 5:30 AM drive into yoga, when it seems that just a week or two ago the same trip was one made in the most glorious of golden light.
  3. 10/04/2016:  Full darkness of evening and the surrounding fields burst to life with the cries of at least a half-dozen prairie wolves, a song, experienced from my front porch, that moves me nearly to tears.
  4. 10/05/2016:  Lunch time: a cacophony of activity at the yard and bird feeders, the rooster in full voice a block or two away, and, against a puffy, gunmetal sky, three Vs of geese honking by overhead.
  5. 10/06/2016: On a power pole near the old mill at twilight an owl perches in silhouette, head thrust forward like a gargoyle, its entire body a twitch away from destruction.
  6. 10/07/2016:  Wherever I’ve gone, these last few days, I await my return.
  7. 10/08/2016:  A long day of intermittent rain and loneliness, then acute social anxiety, lead to a hasty retreat from evening plans to home and a solo late night iMac screening of The Legend of Tarzan.

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Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He lives and travels from Missoula, MT.

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