Mid Winter

Blog | February 2, 2010

The sun rises late over the Tetons in winter, its rays piercing the fog that swaths the mountains on this cold cold January day. The long morning shadows lie blue across the ground. All is quiet this winter morning. The bears are sleeping. Bushes and grasses are silhouetted, their frost – encased limbs glistening. The snow sparkles, the trees sparkle, the whole world is dazzling, magical.

The sun rises above the fog and pours into my window. Soon it will be above the porch roof in its inexorable travels across the sky. There is no stopping it; no stopping the passage of light, of time. The only choice is to be in it, enjoying each moment, enjoying the rhythm of dawn, morning, day, dusk, night rolling again into dawn…

It is now February, the return of the light. The full moon over the Tetons shines on a snow-scape, the myriad facets of the snow reflecting winter nights that the moonlit landscape glitters with it own reflected light. One of our wolves is named Moonlit.

I write this looking out the window of the 10×14′ log cabin where I write and dream…

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