Yes, it is indeed where the deer and the antelope play. We saw a lot of antelope on our long drive on Sunday, some of who kindly posed for us. Most would bound away when we stopped the truck, retreating to a safe distance, and then inch their way back to us as we took pictures, as curious about us as we were about them. We saw pairs and herds and babies and they were all adorable. It was especially nice for me, as the antelope is my constant spirit animal in my shamanic practice.
Pawnee National Grasslands, Colorado.
Quote of the day: “Beauty, the world seemed to say. And as if to prove it (scientifically) wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty sprang instantly. To watch a leaf quivering in the rush of air was an exquisite joy. Up in the sky swallows swooping, swerving, flinging themselves in and out, round and round, yet always with perfect control as if elastics held them; and the flies rising and falling; and the sun spotting now this leaf, now that, in mockery, dazzling it with soft gold in pure good temper; and now again some chime (it might be a motor horn) tinkling divinely on the grass stalks—all of this, calm and reasonable as it was, made out of ordinary things as it was, was the truth now; beauty, that was the truth now. Beauty was everywhere.” — Virginia Woolf
How antelope rhymes with cantaloupe
That Season 2 of The Paradise arrived just as I finished Season 1