It’s currently 43 degrees and socked in up top. High winds prevailed through the night. Yesterday’s high was 45 degrees, with an overnight low of 42 degrees.
The small hand on the kitchen clock edged closer to 6 o’clock. Sunset would be soon. A stubborn Mt. Le Conte remained hidden under a thick blanket of clouds. Equally as stubborn - I began gearing up for sunset. I arrived at the rocky outcrop just in time to see the sky unzip. The thick layer covering Le Conte gave way to another sheet of clouds high in the atmosphere - the sun peaked out. The clouds sped across the sky, continuing their migration north. Happy - I captured the scene. The curtain dropped as soon as the show had begun.
I woke to the wind knocking at my door. Rested, I soon answered. I wouldn’t be seeing the sun this morning, but the moody theme around the lodge was always a unique experience. I grabbed my coffee and made for the door. Outside, the warm wind encouraged the trees to wave. Acknowledging the salutation, I began thinking of spring. Soon the mountain would transform in a big way. The world I’ve known all winter would be budding with flowers and teeming with wildlife. Excited about the prospect of a warming landscape, I had a deeper desire in the back of my mind…
I secretly hoped for one more BIG snow.