Ononotaggen
The Long Silence
Bowing, kneeling and ocassionally fully prostrate - introductions can be discomfiting. The long silence becomes awkward. My knees wet and mud-stained; my hair collecting burrs and twigs. With the recent spate of warmer weather it's not unreasonable to start fretting ticks - though perhaps a bit premature for poison ivy. The whinny of a nervous horse on a neighboring farm makes me feel unwelcome.
The Long Silence
Bowing, kneeling and ocassionally fully prostrate - introductions can be discomfiting. The long silence becomes awkward. My knees wet and mud-stained; my hair collecting burrs and twigs. With the recent spate of warmer weather it's not unreasonable to start fretting ticks - though perhaps a bit premature for poison ivy. The whinny of a nervous horse on a neighboring farm makes me feel unwelcome.