I have hinted around the edges of my childhood, given vague glimpse into a past that has moved on. But what of today? So much has changed, Bozeman has grown into a place I hardly recognize, people have moved on. The one thing that hasn't though are the spectacular views, and the call of the wild. Beckoning to me on a daily basis, drawing me away from the daily grind of life, assuaging the horrors that we witness on a daily basis; murder, rape, war. I don't understand half of what I see on the evening news anymore, where are the miracles and heroes? Why are we buried in the mud and muck of human misery? Instead of telling us how many troops have died in the senseless war in Iraq and Afganistan, tell us tales of heroism, how some poor boy saved a fellow soldier and was awarded the Medal of Honor. Are we so enamored with misery and deceit that we follow nothing else, what has become of the land of the free and the home of the brave?? These are sad times we live in, thankfully I can still take solace in the arms of my mistress and let her wash away the sorrows of the world. I just wish I could share that peace with others, maybe by writing the things I love best I can help others find a little peace. May your soul be as peaceful as the waters of the lake above.
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