Happiness is hearing my sister’s laugh echoing off the rocks above me!
The mountains are gorgeous! Painted every shade of orange and red, gold and brown, all stippled against the stark dark bones of trees whose arms reach up from every conceivable angle. And we are working our way skyward, trying to reach the summit before legs and lungs give out.
I finally give in. I can go no farther, so I sit down on a rock, watching a young raccoon family playing in the small cave nearby, trying to take pictures of the buzzards floating over the valley below and visiting with those who stop to sit beside me for a while.
The rest go on, they want to claim the top before we head home and I am glad for them, but the beauty of being with kindred spirits is doing what I want and I want to sit here for a while, enjoy the day.
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