Don Martin Three

Katahdn
katahdn. the eerie cold of the morning. the sun shining through the pines. in the distance a fish rises to an insect. giving birth to infinite rings. soon the sound reaches the forest, waking thousands of dormant organisms. waking you and me. katahdn. with all your majesty. bluebird. chickadee. we set the lake on fire. katahdn. From Letras Mania