I just grow more and more amazed by the cherry tree in front of the building. It is ever more abloom and makes me feel like the top of the world… though possibly this squirrel is feeling it more.
The beautiful sadness of knowing it is a brief candle, has me thinking about our nation’s history… as usual… specifically how our Westward expansion created a collision with the people’s of the East… Native Americans (who would seem to be Mongolians from across the land bridge despite what P.B.S. says lately) and ofcourse, the Chinese who built the silver rails for the iron horse with the one eyed coal spit flame eye and a smoke stack always calling for Ch ch ch ch ch change… you call it a rail road.
