On looking: about mountains, cancer, and writing craft

It’s Wednesday morning, and I’m looking for a moose in the mountains of Colorado. Maybe a bear. A rattlesnake, a mountain lion, a lynx. So far I have seen two mule deer, a fox on the drive to Colorado from Kansas, a chipmunk, and a ton of aspen trees still hanging onto their spring green, but I’ve decided I want to see something exotic, something unavai…