The forest soundscape has augmented . A year ago I awoke each dawn to the calls of flight and forage. The silence that faded with the passing of night was mine alone. The rustle of leaves and sheets, primal and labored, told a story now forgotten. Dawn has a new song. It is a song sung by new lungs seeking voice. It is a song sung by tired eyes to whom the canopy of leaves are but a smatter of impossibly distant green. The jungle is ours now. We must discover it, fill it with our song; fill it with our early morning silence.
Now I know what to get him for christmas... an evil petting zoo!
Posted by: the auntie-greist | November 29, 2008 at 02:08 PM
You guys are so cute and I can't wait to see you.
Posted by: marzo | November 29, 2008 at 06:10 PM
Wow. That Doctor Evil finger is too amazing. I can see the desperate exhaustion in your eyes, Mr. Greist. Too much more and you will be mistaken for a Romero zombie on the streets...
But for real, cute.
Posted by: Ryan West | December 01, 2008 at 01:23 PM
dude, your expressions are eerily similar, no DNA test needed there.
Also, what kind of sheets are primal? I can't tell if that makes me want them more or less.
Posted by: Aaron | December 01, 2008 at 11:02 PM