"Jonathon Seagull spent the rest of his days alone, but he flew way out beyond the Far Cliffs. His one sorrow was not solitude, it was that other gulls refused to believe the glory of flight that awaited them; they refused to open their eyes and see. He learned more each day... What he had once hoped for the Flock, he now gained for himself alone; he learned to fly, and was not sorry for the price that he had paid." (Richard Bach)
Sunday, March 15, 2009
For Tori, to rid Brigham City of Snow
Snow, snow, go away. Come back in two hundred days.
Sun, sun shine up high. In the great Utah sky.
We won't want it in the summer. So off to Utah in a Hummer.