7:22am, Thursday, Sept. 4
Pin drop quiet. Still. It is clearly late summer-early fall. Not a sound from one young bird. Sun illuminates Storm Mountain as it always does, in that particular way, at this time of year.
Harvest, gathering. A knowing that, like the bears, hibernation is on its way to greet me, us, all who live on this mountain. Winters long, but loved. Extra opportunity for thought, reflection-good wishes for the healing of others. Every day is completely unknown but maintains its rhythm.