One day at a time . . .

Life is Good.

I like the simple things in life. The sound of the wind ousitde my window at night, the call of a mourning dove in the dewy morning, the motion of the leaves dancing as they hold onto the tree with frail finger,the rocking motion as I sit in the hard leather of Misty's saddle, the flight of a hawk startled from the grasses and darting away among the trees, the wide-open prairie and the lakes hidden by the gentle folds of the hills, that can only be seen from up close, or from the higher hills. Sitting by one of the lakes, watching the beaver swim around eyeing us warily, the colourfu painted l turtles that poke their thumb-like heads above the water and watch us curiously, to then drift away under the mirrors.

To me, this is life, to see wonder, to listen to a little boy tell about hunting rabbits and cuddling kittens, to see the small things that bring joy.

To me, this is life, but only a part.

There are the people, my friends . . . myself.