"Murray, Friend of the Land"
A warm day in the summer when the sea breeze from the west rides calm in straight lines and the pollen blends with air to create the healthy smell of sunlight. A warm day where the soft, short grass in the yards of all stands on end in the hot air, in a multitude, paying homage to last week's morning rainstorms. From below, the electric cloud pop of the sky reaches up and away, pushing the black and the steel-cold of space to the very edge of things with a very soft, flexing blue the color of a young robin's egg.
In the land of giants, it is Murray, and no other, who sits with nature at the table of friendship.