Another early-morning skunk visit: when I opened our front door at four, our fluffy friend was passing by. When I went out at four-thirty to run, its scent was strong in the air. When I returned, the scent was gone — which is to say, it had become part of the breathable atmosphere we all share, thus making us part skunk. Stardust and skunk. Roses, too.
Violence and intelligence do not mix, though we often make the claim. This shows how much we have to justify.
Back to the falls. We walked three and a half miles and met a very friendly runner three times along the way. It was her first time there. She was delighted with the place.
At the end of the hike, I dipped my dusty feet and sandals in the slow-moving stream.
August 12, 2022
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