The clarity was gone; the lights down in the valley remained hidden behind a wall of slate colored fog. I wasn’t upset. Last night’s clarity still lingered happily on my heart. The winds growled aggressively through camp. I laughed at how excited Mount Le Conte was for the New Year.
Sipping coffee, I stood quietly on the porch and watched the world shake and wave. I waved back and asked the trees to hold still for a picture. They were too excited; I couldn’t blame them. With the New Year on the forefront I found myself getting excited too. Tomorrow would be just another day, but it would be another day on Mount Le Conte - another day in a windblown paradise.