June, which was not the best month I've ever had, ended much better than it started. June ended with the scent of pine, sunlight through the tall trees, and occasional rain that fell softly in the forest.
I left the heat of the lower desert behind and found refuge at 7000 feet. The forest was alive, green, and noisy with birdsong.
The dogs splashed in a nearby stream and I wandered through meadow and forest to collect wildflowers. I found six bluebird feathers on the winding dirt road. There were obsidian chips, bright in the sun, left behind by an earlier people. Scraps of busy tool-making days here on this New Mexico mountain. I held a chip in my hand, cleaned it up and looked at the sun, and I caught the abstract glow of light through the translucent rock. I kept that light in my heart.
These are the things I will always remember. These are the places that fill the soul.