We woke in late morning to fill ourselves up with mugs of creamed coffee and warm, velvet raspberries. The afternoon held a wash of clouds high, dripped with sparse rain, but we laced our boots anyhow, and donned our hooded coats to explore., explore.
We let the dogs lead our path through the tall, sun bleached grass, along the ridge of the mountain. We passed the sway backed horses, the home built by the hands and eccentric ingenuity of her father, the small orchard, all the way to the lookout from atop a nearby hill.
Framed between two trees, we looked out to the far off river that rushed through those layered mountains.
what a sight!
It can be hard to grasp so much transient and passing landscape though, as I travel through. The present can feel like an object held so close to one's eye that it becomes ironically blurred.
But I'm grateful for those rare times when I am able to separate and view my current experiences as a whole. It makes them more tangible and more beautiful to me. Life can suddenly gain a quality similar to nostalgia, since it is allowing glimpses at simplicity and wholeness, like our way of grasping the enormity of our pasts.
It's just wonderful.
xo
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