Surprisingly I look up, and I see hawks circling overhead. Two birds of a feather, not surprising to see during spring.

It’s a cold spring morning, I wish it wasn’t. Why I chose to come back and live up north, is always I question I have on mind. I live with little to no service, in a small driving R.V.

I usually only come up here for the winter, the rest of the year I live an hour in a half down south. I choose to live up here to maintain my families land, and to maintain the house for rodents and pests. I do this work daily. I always aspired to do this job as a child, but now as I do this job as an adult, it’s not really as fun as I thought it would be. The fun part is getting to write all day, journaling submissions into the paper for every next day for the town that i live in normally. It’s spring now though, I can now return back home, and my family can come and camp up here to a nice clean plot of land.

I wish I could live up here during the spring and the summer. I wish I could wake up to fresh dew on the grass and the trees. I wish I could see hawks, eagles, hummingbirds, woodpeckers, and hear the mourning doves sing. I wish I could see the elk and deer, run across the neighboring plot of land. I wish I could hear the coyotes howl throughout the night.

This is a view I would miss.