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Light killed night so I rose and rolled over shaved and showered then stood before the blinds-drawn-back freshly foggy glass I traced the outline of the ridgeline of the mountains outside with my finger in the condensation, sat and watched the light bounce off the snow til the misty glass dried and suddenly all the details were clear tufts of green tusks of brown standing up through the crusted-over ice and crystalline facets of cliff-face bits and bobs, anyway, of color on a fresh canvas and all still til I spied a couple specks -and squinted- not just spots now, but bodies on stilts (four apiece) and a ***** crown on the one. Goats! yes, mountain goats, male and female, traversing the treachery in spite of it all- though I could feel they had none, not an ounce of spite between them no! not in spite, but in tandem with the elements, the terrain, with each other. The conditions aren't adverse, I realized, they're ideal. here is here, now is now, and you're a little speck, just like me, just like mountain goats, just swimming through it all with grace and tact and majesty.
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
Ode to a pair of happy mountain goats
Light killed night so I rose and rolled over shaved and showered then stood before the blinds-drawn-back freshly foggy glass I traced the outline of the ridgeline of the mountains outside with my finger in the condensation, sat and watched the light bounce off the snow til the misty glass dried and suddenly all the details were clear tufts of green tusks of brown standing up through the crusted-over ice and crystalline facets of cliff-face bits and bobs, anyway, of color on a fresh canvas and all still til I spied a couple specks -and squinted- not just spots now, but bodies on stilts (four apiece) and a ***** crown on the one. Goats! yes, mountain goats, male and female, traversing the treachery in spite of it all- though I could feel they had none, not an ounce of spite between them no! not in spite, but in tandem with the elements, the terrain, with each other. The conditions aren't adverse, I realized, they're ideal. here is here, now is now, and you're a little speck, just like me, just like mountain goats, just swimming through it all with grace and tact and majesty.
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
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