Those select mornings and afternoons when the angle of the sun is perfect, the wind blows through just right, the temperatures are cold but not brutal, and your anticipation is high. You are locked in tight but there isn't any stress. You have nowhere to be but just right where you are....... Sent from my SCH-I545 using Tapatalk
Redefines "stop and smell the roses" Those early November afternoons of gently swaying back and forth in a tree.... Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
I love that "Freeeeeedoooom!" But sitting in the tree on those perfect mornings, I often think of another quote from the same movie, "Every man dies, but not every man ever really lives" . I feel alive when I'm back there...
The picture says it all. That is why I do it. I can almost feel the situation you described. I'm mad that i'm not out in it right now. I'm mad that there is no live from the stand thread, no deer teams yet. I'm mad that it is hot out. I'm mad that velvet has not been shed. I want fall, and I want everything that comes with it. I want colorful leaves falling from trees, and the smells that come with it. It can't come fast enough.
Someone please sticky this thread. The OP hit the nail on the head. He said everything in a few short sentences and a picture. I love it