In a small gathering of six, elk grazed peacefully beside the roadway, looking up when someone pulled their roaring hulk of color closer and silenced it, its sides splitting as one of those bipeds emerged with his hands in front of his face, eyes obscured by a little dark box he fingered and pointed at them.
Such peace. . . even in the midst of these loud and mechanical interventions. . . Huge animals standing in the green of new growth, nibbling, their presence emanating in waves.
If only this peace could happen here this evening as a gathering of folks come to our home to eat and be.
