oct. 1, snow level 4000-5000'

[jakemac]

and so
a young man
setting off around
an ancient lake
hearing the voices of his parents
behind him
and the panting of a
small brown dog next to him
and I thought of
nothing but her
emaciated body
such a slender figure to such
a wealthy girl
I remember somebody
telling me once;
"the best laid plans of mice and...."
I don't remember anyting now
but a young man;
seeing his parents
bloodline wither away
as victim to war.... and such;
say to a small brown dog
"come on boy, lets go find mom and dad."

so i went up to this fucking beautiful lake today, lake merrit, it was a 8 mile round trip hike, but i would've walked 3 times as much to see that damn lake, but the journey was just as beautiful