soaring

I’d like to think I’ve become friends with the 10,000 vultures which soar and circle overhead when I walk out alone on sun-burnt hillside and mountain trails. “I may be gravitied down here, kids, but we’re not so different.” There’s a freaky childhoodness to see buzzards circling over me, like, do you know something I don’t know? But, there’s comfort as well. I’m not out here all by myself, even if that’s what the friendship number-counters tell me.

The vultures were there above Saturday morning as I walked through the Laguna Lake trails, a walk more aural than any other sense, at least until I picked up a pebble in my left hiking shoe.

So, Saturday…