Tracks.

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Nature has put together for us a string of sunny days, which I have enjoyed immensely. 

Now we are looking at the promise of some [more or less] snow. 

The jetstream changes for us here in the hinterlands, 

air currents and mountains and rivers

directing the weatherflow more than folks realize. 

These days the pack and I go up Coyote Hill every day, 

Berry in his knapsack on my back, 

Tō running the trails, making her own in some spots. 

Every morning I open my eyes and say 

thank you

and I mean it. 

 I am learning to live from my heart and not my head 

unless some decision is required 

and I stick by my belief that

it's a good life. 

I can putter about the house as I need and as I want, 

I can get lost sorting old earrings and discover that I still possess 

the little posts I wore when my ears were first pierced

many many years ago. 

I get to do as I wish, 

be it 

clean the house

[or not] 

do the laundry

[or not] 

knit on those socks I never got around to completing

[this is a yes] 

and 

I can read one of many new books stacking up at the bedside. 

The dogs are snoring on the pillow behind me here, 

and I listen to their peaceful rest, 

knowing I have done right by them 

[and The Cat]

one more day. 

Yes. 

One more time: 

it's a good life. 

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