Amidst a clear blue sky, the sun shone hot upon a snow covered canopy; the melting snow raining down on us in magnificent sparkles of red and gold. There must be a word for this? Some term… I’m sure Ted would know… a Winter Sunshower Phenomena is what I will say. It was as if we were sprinkled with fairy dust and we did become giddy over such a spectacular event.
As we climbed higher we found ourselves ankle deep and as we moved toward the ridges we could look out over the snow covered pines; some of them reaching high and proud above us, each needle displayed its own bounty. By the trailside, bays held low by such a heavy burden obstructed our path. Perhaps they exhaled as we passed, easing their load as we pushed through them, a dusting of their branches our request of permission to move forward. Once made light again, they bounced up into the sun as if in laughter and gratitude. In the canyons we marveled; the long, curling shrubs like meticulous ink drawings on a canvas of white.
We stopped for a snack, in the quiet morning, by a place where the river bulged with excitement and kept itself in frigid movement. It was the perfect time to spot a wild brother but that reward would have been too much on such a day.
At the place of the healing water, I left my LA tap behind and filled full of that which would calm me back at my desk. And it surely has.
