I smell trees, I smell rain. I opened my eyes, and I felt my starting point is the West. The land which Sun passes through when it needs to rest.
It has been some time since the Sun took a dive beneath the horizon, and the orange glow soothes my thirst for festivities. This is the very beginning – I know much time will pass before we arrive at the point of celebration.
The excitement, the enjoyment, the ecstasy – I can almost feel it coagulated under the brown bears fur. All that fat is past life ecstasy piled up, now serving as food for experiences to come.
I know I won’t be jumping from joy any time soon, but what my brown friend has stored is an admirable amount of indestructible life.
I know together we can get far.
Spirit of Tara 