A Mountain With A Wolf On It

There Aren't Many Irritations To Match The Condescension Which A Woman Metes Out To A Man Who She Believes Has Loved Her Vainly For The Past Umpteen Years.

Men Often Compete With One Another Until The Day They Die. Comradeship Consists Of Rubbing Shoulders Jocularly With A Competitor.

Animals Used To Provide A Lowlife Way To Kill And Get Away With It, As They Do Still, But, More Intriguingly, For Some People They Are An Aperture Through Which Wounds Drain. The Scapegoat Of Olden Times, Driven Off For The Bystanders Sins, Has Become A Tender Thing, A Running Injury. There, Running Away Is Me: Hurt It And You Are Hurting Me.

If A Walker Is Indeed An Individualist There Is Nowhere He Can't Go At Dawn And Not Many Places He Can't Go At Noon. But Just As It Demeans Life To Live Alongside A Great River You Can No Longer Swim In Or Drink From, To Be Crowded Into Safer Areas And Hours Takes Much Of The Gloss Off Walking - One Sport You Shouldn't Have To Reserve A Time And A Court For.

Summer Is When We Believe, All Of A Sudden, That If We Just Walked Out The Back Door And Kept On Going Long Enough And Far Enough We Would Reach The Rocky Mountains.