Gladfully the Lord is around us! We pray out loud from the hilltop. Verdant and vast. The space between words - the space between hearts and existence - the space between happiness closes with this sadness in a sentence. Is it a Harley starting in the neighbor's yard or a small bird chirping by the window in the brush? Is it in the fields... is it in the fjords? Is it the evening cup of coffee? Is it in the fruit of wandering and wondering? Is it in rhyme... is it in the stanzas or in the static afterglow? A podcast at once enigmatic but not quite epic - a Rifleman episode and cleaning out your shed - a metaphor for understanding. Praise you and praise me! Hawkish on a glorious Sunday morning with the skies azure blue. I saw a cigar stub on the gritty ground... on my way to the flea market.