For me, Mondays are the beginning of a week filled with promise. However, what Mother Nature gave this fine Monday was a fog-filled morning. I think this is the first time I haven't been able to see across the way clearly.
What makes this even more interesting is that what woke me up this morning was the sound of hunting rifles. Which is something I can't say happened with any regularity when I lived in the city. In Texas the fall is prime hunting season so it doesn't come as a surprise that living in the countryside would mean I also live closer to hunting grounds.
So, how close are these hunting grounds from where I live? No clue. Given how sound carries farther out here, it could be close or it could be some distance away. I'd still hear the sound reverberating through the hills, valleys, and dried waterways. One things for sure, living in the slower paced countryside is never boring.
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