Spend enough time in the wild, and sooner or later, you’ll get a front-row seat in the grand theater of life and death.
In one scene, a deer’s skull, spine, and matted hair lie still in a Michigan forest—decaying remnants of an animal that once wished to live, reminding anyone and anything that walks by, “Death lives here.”
In a second scene, a brown trout slides from a hand, happily returning to a world of hydrogen, oxygen, and life from one of nitrogen, oxygen, and death. A second chance for another that only wishes to live.
At the risk of over-dramatizing the obvious, we’re all the fish until we’re the deer. So when you rise from bed in the morning, take a deep breath, wriggle your tail, waggle your fins, and plunge head-first into this fleeting world of second chances and possibilities.
