He’s a Traveling Dude

Having previously missed my metaphor, we reach again. Behold a traveling dude. He knows his place and hopes we know ours. (we do) He graces us with his elegance, his subtlety of movement, his ability to hear less than a whisper. He moves on silent feet, watching, listening, wondering. Okay, enough romanticizing. The Wild is … Continue reading "He’s a Traveling Dude"