Saturday we climbed Mt. Liberty. It was a cold day, even with the bright sun, and stopping along the trail as I hiked to the top of the Franconia Ridge, I chilled easily and had to start moving again. But at the summit there was full sun and no wind, the least wind I’ve ever experienced on that ridge. While we ate lunch I savored the view, and let the sun heat the black jacket across my back.
Yesterday morning we pulled up the shades in the bedroom and the cows in the pasture across the street were staring right into windows. Could they see us? Frisky all day, they kept sniffing and jumping on each other’s rear ends, watching me as I did a final mow of the yard, then trotting again in a circle around the close corner of the field, as close to me as they could get.
Top to bottom, field to forest, long sloping ridge lines to cow eyes tracking my day. I keep moving through whatever is next.