:: 06.25.10 :: ponderosa morning humor
Even before the rising sun lays ponderosa shadows on the tent wall, I smell the morning-warmed sage brush and am called out of a cold night sleep by the adamant and ringing multitude of bird song. My stubborn and familiar early morning grumpiness makes me smile, a sweet joke enclosed in a capsule of glowing green canvas in this completely and wholly beautiful world.
Even before the rising sun lays ponderosa shadows on the tent wall, I smell the morning-warmed sage brush and am called out of a cold night sleep by the adamant and ringing multitude of bird song. My stubborn and familiar early morning grumpiness makes me smile, a sweet joke enclosed in a capsule of glowing green canvas in this completely and wholly beautiful world.
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