[at-l] RE-cycled memories...

[WoodyCPM]

>
> The best day of my life. A
> day I saw no other human. - Felix

Kyrie Eleison!  What a perfectly perfect hiking story perfectly turned, 
not in the particulars of your sparse sentences so much as in their 
accumulation conjuring such a soulful mood.   The tone of this is 
exactly how it feels to be in communion with the implacably harsh, 
humbling, exalting, artful beauty of the natural world that holds us, 
launches us in our natural orbit, and ultimately claims us; the only 
price required, our presence.  And who hasn't come up on the "Cincinnati 
Boys" at a campsite after a day of euphoric hiking?  Your lightness and 
humor here makes the scene.   Finally, after the last stanza in your 
paean to the hiker's way, you drive home the point with a simple 
declaration of perfect solitude.  If you have eyes to see and ears to 
hear, the solitary gifts are immeasurable.   It feels eternal, like 
salvation.  Well done.  You should write more.

Woody