Today, on my birthday, the Mountain presented one of my favorite moods–the rare combination of snow clinging to the trees and being melted enough to show the textures and colors of the stone, along with the low light of winter sun near day’s end. Only when these happen all at once do we get these deep red and golden tones highlighting the details of the mountain’s top.
I was wistful today rather than happy. I feel like the enormous tree commanding the gap upon the peak, but I’m not sure whether I’ve reached the pinnacle or if I’m poised to slide away upon the snow at my feet. If I slide, I’ll ride the avalanche with verve. Some birthdays find me blissfully joyful about life. Some are filled with contemplation. Either way, I’m thankful for my life. I feel it’s a privilege to continue and to have the opportunity to be.