[lit-ideas] Re: me too online
- From: JimKandJulieB@xxxxxxx
- To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2006 07:18:36 EST
Close encounters with wild animals are wonderful experiences, aren't they?
A few years ago I was very upset and took a long walk/hike in our local state
park. It is sprawling, with tons of mini-cliffs and caves that people are
offered tours through (not me never on my life). There's one sheer wall of
rock that is perpetually covered with thick bright green moss that rises up at
the opening of one of the caves. Standing there and looking up, only to be
able to see a window of blue sky straight above, is rather cathedral like.
There's a long creek-become-river and a pool it swirls in under a rock
formation roof. Anyway, the city has made it a priority to keep the park
pristine.
There are wooden trails which blend into the environment enough not to be
offensive. I don't much use the trails when I go there, though. I tend to
get
sidetracked with something in the large woods catching my eye and I wander
about. I think I digressed just a tad there. <ahem> Back to animals. So,
wandering about in this wooded area thick with foliage, I suddenly came upon a
large doe. She surprised me and I surprised her. We both stood stock still.
She was w/in touching distance, but I didn't try. I could smell her fur.
Our eyes had met when we saw one another and we held that stare for a few
minutes....those incredibly deep, dark, expressive eyes are captivating.
Eventually she simply walked on.
Julie Krueger
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> ...Oh...the horses....Ursula....remembering a half-remembered youth...
Yes, I was lucky to have a friend who had
thoughtfully reserved a site on the island for
early June, before the flies torment the wild
horses and make them mean. Remember sitting with
coffee on a dune watching the sunrise over the
ocean as a line of wild horses cantered up the
beach. The lead horse paused directly in front of
me, broke rank, came slowly up to me, bent down
sniffing, watching me, and turned back to the
group. The horses slowly continued their
single-file stroll along the surf.
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