Love the Elk story.
Here's mine, I was running on the "Libramiento" road just north of the city of Oaxaca, Mexico, in the foothills of the Sierra Madre del Sur mountains. The hills and ridges are networked with trails and great vistas.
I caught sight of a cornfield planted on a pitched hill out of the corner of my eye. It looked both pristine and preposterous in the morning sun, the robust cornstalks covered with morning dew, literally spilling down the mountain side.
Of a moment, an entire song downloaded into my head, and I sang it all the way home to remember it and get it down.
Ripe Pineapple Drunk
