I woke up early this morning, at 3:33am of all times. I feel restless and ready to journey west. The large thunderstorms have passed for now leaving a day of sunshine yesterday. I found a brown and white hawk's feather in a puddle and then gazed upon a bloom in my garden. It was the first Indian Blanket flower this year . I had an unusual visitor who knocked upon my door. It was a gal in a denim skirt and black stillettos with tattoos upon her arms . She was looking for some smoke, of which I don't have any. I instead offered her a yellow rose from my garden and she in turn offered me a rock with a roughly carved face upon it. It was a very unusual encounter for a Friday afternoon... so strange as to seem like fiction. I saw a crescent moon in the early evening sky and decided that it was now time to make my journey home. See you all in Wyoming, Peace & Love, Warmth
