An unseasonably warm February convinced me to head north early this year. Mornings greeted me with bright, blue skies. The days were filled with long, meandering walks on the mesa.
My heart was filled with joy. The mesa rewarded me with treasures to hold in my hand.
The late afternoons were quietly golden. Light surrounded me, became my best friend. The days melted together into a stream of here and now, light and dark, skybones and sun.
This is life.