June 9th, 2014

Interesting words - Paul Gruchow

"In the faint light of the new day, I could see sandhill cranes down-river, emerging from the water like the pilings of some abandoned, improbable ruin. ...The primeval sound rushed in, halfway between a croak and a song, the music of dry bones rattling. ... When you finally hear it, you recognize that you have always known it. It is like the cry of a loon or the howling of wolves or the warning rattle of a snake, an article of the universal language."
Paul Gruchow