We have learned to live downtown pretty well, even though it's a highly different lifestyle from when we lived a walk down forest paths to Whatcom Creek, waterfalls, and our barred owls, perched invisibly upon branches overhanging the water.
There are still times when we yearn for the sound of crashing, glacier-fed waterfalls...
no other sound interrupting prayer and meditation. This is one of those times.
... even with it's past.
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