Do you hear it? The call ? The draw of the wilderness is deafening. It allows me to hear little else. To want little else. I am home under the ash or pine, beside the rivers flowing gate. The stars tell me the story of my people as the moon's caress on the waters gives his gifts. The smoke of my fire is my prayer to the gods. A respect, a thankful acknowledged understanding of what it is to be alive. To live in the red hot moment. Eventually giving way to memory and honor. I want nothing more.