I think I remember from a cackle 10 years ago or more that my dear friend Luana's first words were "Hey Charger!" - that 1970s vehicular tribalism with the V for Victory sign out the window as two (no doubt purple or otherwise orange) V8 Chargers roared past each other at 30 miles over the speed limit, their moustachioed drivers lounging as movie stars.
Well, there's a very different club or tribe to which I seem to have gained membership this past few weeks: it's acknowledgment is there in an eye sparkle, a knowing ... and always a smile.
Its members have been there.
They know.
And they gleam for each day.
A friend and club member took me aside for a second just after dinner the other night and with a Spielberg spark in her eyes, index finger on my sternum - and beautiful smile - made me vow:
"never forget what you have learned"
Some of that learning is here in a slice of this morning's walk: we'd have had 15mm of rain last night, temp down to about zero, snow down to about 500m and we're at about 340 - real winter stuff.
And there is no grey about any of it ... much, much green.
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