First day out this fall
Gray, cloudy little morning
Just me and the dawn.

Breeze rustling my hair
High-alert senses thrumming
I’m Alive, alive!

The best vantage point,
I’m the watcher on the hill
Looking for movement

I can feel the past
We’ve done this since time immemorial
Watching and waiting

I feel the primal
outdoors, hiking or hunting
We’re built just for this

But today’s info
Is relayed by text message
And I have Starbucks