High on Happiness

The hooting of an owl caught my attention first.  I hadn’t heard one in years.  But as I listened, I realized something was definitely happening in the back woods.

A wind was whistling through the trees, rattling their bare branches.  Crows and wild turkeys were calling their raucous calls.

And although I didn’t actually hear it, I had the definite sense that bluegrass music was rolling down the hill.  Who would be up in the woods on a day like today?

I pulled on my boots and carefully picked my way up the steep snowy slope, toe-tapping fiddle tunes playing in the back of my mind.

When I finally reached a level spot near the hill’s crest, I stopped to catch my breath and looking up was almost sure I caught the trees coming to a sudden stop in the midst of a dance.

Ah!  It was a hoedown!  The trees at play.  I stomped by boot on the ground and clapped my mittened hands in rhythm.  “Yee-HAW!” I sang to them, as the wind called a do-sa-do in their branches.

“Carry on,” I laughed as I climbed back down the hill.  We all need to party now and then.  I was heartened that the trees were taking their turn.

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