...continued...

...And I finished just in time too, as the distant rumble of thunder rattled by bones as much as the sound of semi-automatic gunfire had before cooking and I remembered just how open and outdoors this land is.

As I stood on tree roots outcropping over the sandy shores of Lake Jordan, full and satisfied from my meal and preparing to gather water to douse the last charcoal of the fire, the treeline on the far shore dissapeared in a grey haze. Staring in disbelief as day became night and the haze soaked up more of the approaching treeline.

The water begain to foam and boil as the sound of rain filled my senses, heavy rain like there should only be sea and sky in this world. As I ran for the car, the humid air became a downpour that cut visibility to below two hundred yards and spelled the abrupt end of my camping trip.

So much as the land looks big to me, I must look so small to the land. Unable to tower over even the saplings, I have let go of the city that makes man men and stood in the shadows of natures authority over all things. 'Tis an unweeded garden that grows to seed, and may this garden grow as its whim dictates - with observation, not intervention from us.