Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain I seek relief in the trail and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn my cares fall from me - I am happy.
There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the...
I have a bit of a rebellious nature.
I find that the older I get the more I see that there really aren't huge zeniths of happiness or a huge abyss of darkness as much as there used to be.
