Spring in the City

Whenever I leave the Woods for the City,

I reflect on Emerson & Thoreau (& especially Thoreau's scorn for the habits & behaviours of the City); & I cannot help but feel that they were not speaking of Breckenridge.

Here, the City marries Nature around her.

Here, brilliant little Foxes use pedestrian-crossings, & slow (fat) Robins in the little streets are given right-of-way.

Here, the High Rocky's Sun bathes us all; "man & beast" alike.

We are all equal beneath this Sun;

Creatures born of Nature, into Nature, & who shall return to her again in Death.

#thank-you-Joseph-Campbell

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