Early morning, walking the boardwalk that lines the shops here in this, so far, sleepy Eastern WA town, country and western music twanging as I walk on by,""I'm gonna love you forever and ever, forever and ever...Amen!
"The snow is another 2" deeper today, deep enough to remind me of my roots in Pennsylvania as a child forming, growing, playing in the snow every day, sled riding, and loving every bit of nature there, before my move to the west part of Texas. These are scenarios brought to mind this morning, places I have either loved or served time in.
I always refer to Texas that way, a place I escaped from, was held captive in. It was never my choice to go there, and as it turned out, it wasn't a very colorful place to live. Culturally barren, the real culture was Mexican American, and this part always struck me as the most honest, most beautiful part of it all, close families, a colorful culture with spicy foods, not a bland ,"white one," where friendliness is restricted to a ,"howdy," on the sidewalk.
This part of Washington is more like Texas, in summer the landscape is barren, and hot, and as I recall from my few travels here, country and western music, bars, and boots are the norm, so different from where I live near the Sound, north of Seattle.
Today, tho, I am at least back into some of my element, going snowshoeing this morning, altho I would I admit prefer alpine
(downhill) skiing.
Well, enough of the internet cafe, I need some breakfast to fuel my day in nature, away from all that I find a strain, and entering into a wonderland of natures making.
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