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We go where the road takes us

July 29, 2013

On the porch at the Stone Village Grocery in Fort Davis, Texas, I had a conversation with two DPS Troopers (Highway Patrol for you non-Texans).   I asked where they went each day in their territory, which is the size of several eastern states.  He didn’t hesitate – we go where the road takes us.  

While hiking in the Davis Mountains nearby, I watched a peregrine falcon fly overhead, then disappear in an impossibly fast dive.  When I got back to the Stone Village Tourist Camp, where we stayed for almost a week, I looked it up on the excellent Cornell website, and a peregrine falcon is exactly what I had seen.  I hiked in the area again several times, but never saw the bird again.

The Troopers go where they will, without a plan.  The bird sees prey, and dives.

I’m not sure what this all means, but it seems important.

From → Writing Fiction

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