As Whitehorse greets Winter, a familiar friend (and foe), the temperatures have been in steady decline. Having only spent two of the [more pleasant of the] four seasons in this dry cabin, just when I think I’ve got the hang of something, Nature swiftly descends, reminding me that I have no idea what I’m doing. … More -30 Sunrise, Fish Lake Peak
Raindrops like slow motion, dripping into Watson River. Ripples dissolving; all together becoming waves folding over the sandy shore like sleepy morning smiles, over and over. May these nuances of nature keep me tender for all of my days.
I am home inthese curves; intoxicated.tongue tied. My eyes follow their arching bodies up and up ,their gorgeous frames making my heart raceuntil I reach the tops, only to plunge downward , over and over until my eyeswet from all the wonder. These mountains.