I woke up hungry this morning. Would that I could wake up hungry every day. Would that I looked at the sky always as I did this morning, eager to reach up and pull the clouds down from it. I would wrap them around me like a blanket. At sea level the sky seems untouchable. Here the clouds descend to kiss the earth, and hover low, as if daring you to race their shadows across the plains. I'm hungry for life, and love, and wonder. I'm in love with living, at least at the moment. It is my hope to capture that love, even briefly. so I may return to it every once in a while.