Last night we explored a mountain with trees as tall as one could see. Through the limbs and pine cones was a bird. It called to us. It screamed to us. It frightened us. We still, however, continued to push forward for we were only a mere 1 1/2 miles from our final destination.
When we arrived it was an all out frenzy with tap dancers and classical pianists. The sound was heroic but the night was that of legend.
After all the dust settled and the streets were meticulously decorated with trash, the rising of the sun brought upon a new day making the preceding angelic chaos simply a fond memory.
Thanks for all who came to the show in Arrowhead last night. It was really fun.
drew