I drove to a favorite place. For nothing other than a nap. This pond is a place that Terri and I used to go to frequently when we lived in the high country. Dreams happen here. On this day we slept in some tall grass. I opened one eye to look around, I had this feeling you know, and there were several of these guys simply milling about like they were watching out for us while we took our nap. When we woke they saw that we were fine, they talked a little amongst themselves and wandered a little way off so that we could enjoy our day of solitude at the pond.
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