“Every man dies, but not every man lives….”
— Garth Brooks
That being the case, I have returned from a weekend of living. Saw an eagle fly, heard turkeys gobble, and had the #1 campsite, really, site #1 on a saltwater farm, on the coast of Maine. Saw early light daily.
I know. We are all supposed to be fearful of the rising fuel prices. Prices kept intentionally low and below so that are our false and facade quality of life is maintained, sustained, now being stained by true reality. Geuss what?
Mine was not the only RV on the road. The trip up and probably back cost the equivalent of several hours of consumption in my favorite brewpub. For this expense, I enjoyed sitting by campfires with family and friends who are family. Every morning and throughout each day, Zeus and I walked down to the tide, coming, going, flowing, ebbing, rising, falling.
An eagle flew by. That moment alone, is worth more than it all.