These days. These quick moments of lucidity. Feet to carry. Eyes open. It almost seems I’ve abandoned this post. I have not. Just taking a look about, feeling bright but melancholy. It’s a lovely moment when a mountain seems just yours. It isn’t, of course. But how we pound days into lifetimes, the weathers of am and pm storming round the clock. I’m privileged to be in the Tetons. In Idaho. Wyoming. The rock just soars, and she can sometimes take you up.
