Capturing this one for myself, for that day in the future when I need some perspective.
The drive home from work today. Residual blankets of snow from this week’s storm wrapping white vestiges over the shoulders of the mountains. The plains in the foreground relaxed and steady beneath a cloudless, noiseless sky. The winding road dropping away then rising up again like a serpent to meet its lute-playing master in the distance.
It’s the most forlorn and beautiful commute I’ve ever had. And this afternoon there is a deep gratitude for this time of passing through, for witnessing, for connecting, without thought of destination. Gratitude for having senses to perceive this serene, rugged, glorious landscape.