circling

often I am high enough that I’m above the vulture’s glide on the wind. I don’t think I ever see that without feeling thrilled. Yes, that’s flying, and what little kid doesn’t spread their arms as wings, flying through summer vacation? There’s always that.

Yet for me, now, this path, there’s the clear feeling the vulture and the thermal wind doing the carrying are not two things. This – “You can take the kid out of Wareham, but you can’t take Wareham out of the kid.”

Joni – “Round and round and round in the circle game.”

All of which is why…