new as my first ever post in the night forum.
It is not a test of time, it is a matter of time. All matter breaks down, even man’s greatest creations eventually malfunction and corrode. I burned energy stalking past this machinery under the cover of darkness, killing coyotes. Our bodies are simply matter with energy and the older we get the less of it we have. By dawn I was pretty much spent. I mustered the energy to come back and see these colors of rust. Colors absent without light’s partials to absorb. And what does this rambling have to do with hunting coyotes? Nothing really and even if it did… well it would not matter
Out here in the wheat, between old farm equipment and rusty barb wire; coyote family groups establish and defend their territories. When they howl they are not just making noise, it’s communication within a social structure. They recognize each other by the sound of their voice and hear unfamiliar howls as an intruder. Defending the resources within their territory is instinctual and a means of survival.
Like a war of attrition on the plains. Another night of incursions into coyote’s territory. When I slip into their territory, not all howls and vocals come from a real coyote. In this world, things are not always as they seem. Out here in the wheat, between old farm equipment and rusty barb wire; you can not believe everything you hear. These coyotes learned the hard way, about not believing everything you hear…
Time changes present to past, its never ending momentum revolves chasing the future. It has never caught it, but the chase is all it has ever known - caught in an infinite cycle. In this race you can stop and rest, just take heed to not get left behind. Rest with your memories but live in the moment. I watched the sunrise doing what I enjoy best; pausing for a moment of solemn contemplation of the true cost of freedom. (i posted this elsewhere on memorial day, regardless: less we forget)
"There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone"
It is not a test of time, it is a matter of time. All matter breaks down, even man’s greatest creations eventually malfunction and corrode. I burned energy stalking past this machinery under the cover of darkness, killing coyotes. Our bodies are simply matter with energy and the older we get the less of it we have. By dawn I was pretty much spent. I mustered the energy to come back and see these colors of rust. Colors absent without light’s partials to absorb. And what does this rambling have to do with hunting coyotes? Nothing really and even if it did… well it would not matter
Out here in the wheat, between old farm equipment and rusty barb wire; coyote family groups establish and defend their territories. When they howl they are not just making noise, it’s communication within a social structure. They recognize each other by the sound of their voice and hear unfamiliar howls as an intruder. Defending the resources within their territory is instinctual and a means of survival.
Like a war of attrition on the plains. Another night of incursions into coyote’s territory. When I slip into their territory, not all howls and vocals come from a real coyote. In this world, things are not always as they seem. Out here in the wheat, between old farm equipment and rusty barb wire; you can not believe everything you hear. These coyotes learned the hard way, about not believing everything you hear…
Time changes present to past, its never ending momentum revolves chasing the future. It has never caught it, but the chase is all it has ever known - caught in an infinite cycle. In this race you can stop and rest, just take heed to not get left behind. Rest with your memories but live in the moment. I watched the sunrise doing what I enjoy best; pausing for a moment of solemn contemplation of the true cost of freedom. (i posted this elsewhere on memorial day, regardless: less we forget)
"There is a road, no simple highway
Between the dawn and the dark of night
And if you go, no one may follow
That path is for your steps alone"
