Blog 83 Time to Stop: Time to Climb the Hill Again (Gary)

I have seen cloud formations that come out of the beauty of a severe storm blowing in, rabbits that come out of hiding to take advantage of a warm morning search for food, coyotes that move when few humans are willing.  I love those days when Mark and I have The Hill to ourselves.  When the mountain bikers decide to stay home.  Then animals roam.  I see deer and fox running together.  What a treat.  My spirit loves it.  I feel a connection with their wild spirit.  I am one with them.

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