Silence

Things are fine. But the leaves are turning and the elk are bugling and I know that soon, my Special Place will be buried in snow and inaccessible for months. So, after half a day at the library, I came home and grabbed a few things and up the mountain I drove. The eagerness in Bravo’s face was reflected in me… the air, the quiet, the stillness… we love them!

I find myself whispering to myself and the dogs when I’m there. It’s not that I’ll bother anyone and no elk slipped through the trees and the cows don’t care… but it seems appropriate.

A good book, a simple meal, a tiny fire in the woodstove to drive away the chill… makes for a perfect night.
There is no cell service, no internet, no electronic distractions so when I’m there, I can’t be here. So when I’m absent here, envision me there… surrounded by silence.