I´m home. Home on my hunting grounds.
I can´t even tell you…
Walking through blossoming heather, blue butterflies everywhere, I mean, really, come on!
It´s too much!
My eyes catch something shimmering, I look down, you see?
Fingerprints from some god.
Back on my hunting grounds, back on my hunting grounds, I sniff, look around, I am an animal now, I´m home and I can´t even tell you….
These days are called the blueberry days and this is our simple task: to gather enough blueberries for the season, so we hike, we walk, we get to our secret spot, totally isolated, wilderness wild, favorite place of the elks, favorite place of ours.
Lunch by the lake side
Crawling around by the lake side
And me, I´m just scouting, crawling on my knees, blueberry hands, blueberry mind
We all are
I don´t have a whole lot of words in me right now. The blueberry days are hard, the body is tired, many kilos, each days then home to preserve them, either way, I´m so tired but it´s the good tired and I´m home, home on the hunting grounds, I´m an animal, I´m full.
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