We are back
from Missoula. We are back from the mountains. We are back from a world of excess - shove of rock and curve of road and up and down. We've come back to our tidy squareness. We've come back to coolness and bright blue sky. It was reassuring to step out of the airport in Appleton last night and not be ringed by mountains. It was reassuring to see a flatness of light and darkness in all directions. The mountains are lovely to visit, but you wouldn't want to live there.
It's a green, green world we've come back to - the lawns, the ditches, some of the fields. It's a green and blue and black world today - the grass, the sky, the soil. The harsh edge of winter has been softened with greenness all around. Even the trees are leafing out.
A red-tail hawk on a power pole north of Five Corners, its breast to the sun. It is an electric day. The hawk is prepared for anything.