Primitive Pleasure

I started to think of this post while reading in my "tree-house",
it was once a real tree-house, a 8 foot square, 12 feet high deck,
build under a Texas native pecan tree. The tree’s roots grew and
pushed on the gas service so I had to cut it down, now it’s a deck
in the air with out a tree. From the "tree-house", I could see a
pit-bull two yards over. He was on a back yard trampoline enjoying
the beautiful fall day by rolling over and squirming on his back,
letting the sun warm his belly. An obvious primitive pleasure.
I have a hobby who’s appeal are its primitive pleasures, the hobby
is treasure hunting and I do it every Sunday early and when ever
I’m out and about. I tried a metal detector but it isn’t much fun,
I just walk and see what I can find. Where is the primitive pleasure?
It’s in the searching. Have you ever watched a chicken scratching
for insects or a squirrel searching the grass for pecans, they look
like they enjoying the process. Another pleasure, of course is in
the finding, who likes to go fishing and not catch fish? The final
pleasure, like the dog above, is being out early in the fresh air,
listening to birds and other early morning sounds.
I had a job testing a tank at a fiberglass tank company, maybe, 10
years ago. The company was located in the country near a small
town, about 75 miles west of Houston. We arrived at the tank, to
be tested, early in the morning, the sun was shining and there was
a pleasant cool breeze. I climbed a ladder on the far side of the
tank and looked over into an adjacent pasture, where, I saw a
horse standing alert, facing into the breeze, with a big hard-on.
I got my coworkers attention, motioned toward the horse with my
head and said, wouldn’t you love to be a horse on a day like this?