The blue light coming from the creek at the angle which stopped us so that we would only move on once we agreed I could never capture it and the dusk on the pine straw floor before the peak which made me think of home - that night after it turned dark - the owls began to talk.
"Turn off your headlamp," he said.
Today I am grateful for ranch dressing, clean clothes, running water, good memories and safe travels.
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