Good morning, Nara... see you around the office. The rest of you are so busy, plying your trade and perhaps already dreaming of retirement in the Florida keys.
Today the skies are thick with gray substance, some weightless matter which I perceive to be cotton or cigar smoke. They say it will rain for the rest of the week, so if we Teton folk are going to gather we may have to hunker in the bunker of someone living in Beaver... I don't know what that place is called formally.
As I was driving down the highway yesterday I could see four buffalo in the distance, maybe three hundred yards away, grazing beneath a leafless tree. Purely engaged in private buffalo affairs, and not getting hassled by the man. The fact that they were way out there and not right on the roadside made me feel even more like I was out in the wild, as opposed to those wildlife drive-thru zoos you sometimes find out in the middle of nowhere where these unhappy animals don't have the choice to get more than twenty feet from your car as you holler gibberish at them to make them look at you. While those are fun, there is something more lofty and noble about watching an animal that has options.
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