This morning I get the news
my daughter in the mountains has been voted onto the local search and rescue team. She has always wanted to be a mountain rescue ranger, and now she has achieved that goal. This may explain this morning's lovely blue sky - it looks as if it stretches all the way to the mountains of Montana. Hurrah!
For the rest of us, perhaps, today looks pretty much like yesterday. What have we been trying to achieve? What steps will I take today to bring me closer to the goal? Or like some others, shall I complain that the goal has not come to me?
The morning cannot be any more lovely - put this one in the book. The warmth of sun, the call of birds, the smell of earth, the sound of water. Bead of dew on the grass, sun on the beads of dew, a dark moisture in the shadows. Does this loveliness reach all the way to the far mountains?
I drive stripes of sun and shadow on Main Street in downtown Fairwater. As I cross the railroad tracks the steel rails shine in the eastern distance. Geese, this morning, of course. It is the kind of morning I should see the hawk, but don't.
Some of the worked fields shine where the sun touches the clods of dirt. A field of gold coins.
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