The Trail

by Ethan Gallogly

I’m frightened too. I want to try, but there are no guarantees.

We are all there.

marsh pheasant has to take ten steps to find a scrap of food. It must walk a hundred paces for a paltry peck of water. Yet despite this, it doesn’t wish to be locked up in a cage. Even were it dining like a king, it would not be happy.

amen to that sentiment

Recreation is needed for re-creation.”

bingo