Mmmmm, the cooling air makes the grass smell sweet, and the sounds seem more distinct… a raven, an owl, the echo of an axe… and the quickening pulse of the crickets.
Tag: beautiful
“Blurtso looks at the snow” (XIX)
I wonder if I’m a hermit? I’ve never met another donkey who spends as much time alone as I do. But I rarely feel alone. There’s always something outside the window, or inside the barn, that captures my attention and spends the day with me.