People always look confused when they ask what I am doing. So I look confused back, smiling, and say, I’m taking the scenic route!

People are more like their God than they think, always looking down at everyone else, wondering what it’s like to live.

I’ll pray for you, they say sometimes. Creation is a messy thing. What’s the difference between prayer and prey?

For now, I guess I’ll be their prey to tell the difference. And when my time comes, confused I will not look, knowing I’ve seen the light.

A light which does not shine but rather illuminates the lonesome weathered Rockies, or Cutlers bountiful Coast, and all those miles of wheat fields traveled upon a harvest moon.