Kissed From Within

The deep woods. Crossing the river late today, I was able to get out and wander about, mentally logging in, the assorted tracks I came across. Deer were the most prevalent, and subsequent to that, the coyote, ever tasked with taking down the aforementioned when snow is the deepest. After my trek, I re-crossed and returned home having had my nature's orgasm, and plopping myself down in this seat, decided to write something for here that might resonate (I suspect) for a very few who get the power of the natural world. Whenver I have such wonderful hours afoot, I always come home sated and renewed, and occasionally, posting my stuff here in case it resonates with even just one individual who, in needing to power down with their angst, might find a temporary refuge in an observation, and a song and as we all either know or should understand, music is just......like nature, bloody sensual juice.
So, as I clack down off my box and pull it to my chest, my follow up piece to this wonderful afternoon pays homage to Shrike, and their offering from Windmill Lane in Dublin.
Cheers.
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