Time to roam

The Eskimos have a saying, "Glorious it is when wandering time is come!"

Now that spring is sneaking in, and sweet little green things are rising up, there comes that deep-seated itch to go somewhere, to swing a pack over my shoulders and enter the woods.

The urge comes strongest in the mornings when I go out to the car, and the birds are singing, a call and response among the treetops. It is their call that filled my dreams in the deep slumber of winter, a distant memory of trees and sky and earth and rock.