The Sleeping Giant

Monday, November 12, 2007

icy waters


this lake had a thin layer of ice across it all the way to the line of amercan coots in the distance.
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We were pleased to find our new home nestled in the mountains, the landscape literally breathing, humming to be exact. We met her at dusk. With the curves and the strength of a mother, she towers over Helena. She has truly and lackadaisically seen it all. She watched as a town, drunk off of hope, arose at her feet. She slumbered when the gold mines and cathedrals were abandoned, when the deer began to re-inhabit what was rightfully theirs all along. We instantly related to her, this “sleeping giant,” whose name summed up the possibilities of who we could become here, both ready to make our lives much richer. It is here, under her wise disinterest, that we plan not to start over, but awaken together and daily breath in deep gulps of her mountain air.
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