5 miles 9:30 ap.
Leafy trees filled with yellow headed black birds chriping a chorus, tiny orangefinches hiding and hopping in the branches, the smell of fresh cut grass, hard pregnant fat rose hips on the verge of bursting with ludicrous gawdy bloom, 20 baby calves standing wobbly legged and glassy eyed in the fields, clear blue skies as far as the horizon, fresh, cool air blowing up from the rushing river, and snowy mountains shouldering the entire valley. There are a few weeks in May and October that light my fire and make life worth living. I live and breath waiting 364 days a year, for just one like today. Or maybe I'm just really, really happy not to be on an airplane this weekend. | 