This morning, on my drive to Helena so that I might
dance with my young business partner’s two-year-old twin girls (which I do most
mornings) and then possibly do something strikingly similar with work (minus
the requisite compensation in pay), I chanced upon a red fox weaving across a
snowy pasture under a star-spun early morning sky. I thought to myself, it is a good day when,
on your way to dance with two-year-olds and do pretend work, you see a fox in a
field under a bunch of stars.
--Mitchell
Hegman
Amen :)
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