I call for my mother above the rounded crescent hilltops but she never answers, only my Biology professor who brought me to this place so distantly close to my own heartland. And my love affair continues to blossom over every rotten log with its residing salamanders and larvae.
My hopes is that the Beavers will teach me to saw through trees with such precision and I can then become one of the greats.
A fun little piece about my experience on ****** Island for a week long class. It was incredible how much it reminded me of living at my old home.