Sounds beautiful. Packed with wildlife is my kind of beauty. We have a fair amount of wild lives here, but it is a shadow, a far cry from what once was. The impact of mass invasion and this new mode of being ever shedding waves. Even some of our key players are gone. It feels empty. Certainly no where near sterile as a painting, but palpable enough. The vast herds of pronghorn and tule elk, and the days when waterfowl blackened the sky and salmon made bridges across the rivers are no more. Maybe, maybe...
It feels somewhat like I imagine a family reunion might be like (if I had those), and scant few of my dearest relatives were to be found. Sort of. Except much worse as I don't know if I will ever feel their presence again. If they'll make it home before the roof collapses!
The house is threatening to rot away without their diligent upkeep, and family is being crowded out by those who don't care, and don't particularly want to share with the original inhabitants. Many of them can't recognize one cousin from another, anyway.
But I'll stay put for a bit yet too, whining and scratching about the porch in case they come back. Or maybe I'll go searching for them when I can't stand it any longer.
It feels somewhat like I imagine a family reunion might be like (if I had those), and scant few of my dearest relatives were to be found. Sort of. Except much worse as I don't know if I will ever feel their presence again. If they'll make it home before the roof collapses!
The house is threatening to rot away without their diligent upkeep, and family is being crowded out by those who don't care, and don't particularly want to share with the original inhabitants. Many of them can't recognize one cousin from another, anyway.
But I'll stay put for a bit yet too, whining and scratching about the porch in case they come back. Or maybe I'll go searching for them when I can't stand it any longer.
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