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1 August ~2008
Getting old is tough. The hope is that when your body stars the progression downhill, there are still some things that excite your heart, that make your spirit feel young.Other than television.
For me it is dancing with those sweet ladies, feeling their muscles and the blow of their breath on my face as we twostep to a cowboy tune, or swing to the steady beat of a blues song.
It is in the eyes of the children as I tell them a story about bears or horses or wise old dogs. It is satisfying to see that I have touched their hearts, and even more so on those times that their teacher is drawn into the story, that I have reached some of the child in her.
And it is in the clear air of timberline, the feel of my dogs nestled against my chest, under my arms, the mountain beneath my back, while at 4am we stare into the heavens of a moonless Colorado night.
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