The wind almost hit my face like baby chainsaws, almost ripping the skin off; the air so dense with cold I could almost swallow it like oxygen porridge. I could almost hear the hyenas in the distance waiting for my warm body to freeze up so they could grab a late afternoon snack.
"Anyone wanna help me put up Christmas lights?"
I'll come help.
And she did.
For the fourth year in a row.
Man, I almost like this human.
Also, this image is nowhere near any Christmas lights. It's near a beach. A beach that was cold, wet, and windy, and where we almost got dragged out to sea by force of the almost-gale force winds. Why this image then?
Because I said:
I'm going out for a stroll to see the seashore. Anyone wanna go?
And she did.
Man, I think I really do like this human.
More than almost.
thanks, Sasha Suzanne for the lovely hairstyling
Fly away. Return home. Love. Food. Community. Fly away. Return home. Repeat. I try not to take those things for granted. The chance to settle and the chance to wander; the gift of flight and mobility and the gift of foundations and permanence; the social ecosystems to balance that can make life wonderful. Happy holiday season, world. Be nice to people. And all living things and beings. ____ #44landscapes #oregoncoast