her eyes are like champagne. they sparkle, bubble over and in the morning all you got is rain.

And having returned from the woods, we remember with regret its restfulness. For all creatures there are in place, hence at rest. In their most strenuous striving, sleeping and waking, dead and living, they are at rest. In the circle of the human we are weary with striving, and are without rest. Wendell Berry

Morning y'all,

It's another beautiful, clear day up top. The high yesterday reached 41 degrees. The overnight low was 20 degrees. It was 31 degrees and clear at 7am observation. The mountain received no new precipitation. There is still a bit of snow on the ground. The trails are sure to have some black ice remaining, so be prepared to slip a bit if you intend to summit. Be careful out there and enjoy the day!

I have been revelling in some quiet cabin time over the past few days. I am forever addicted to exercise, but it is equally nice to hit the reset button every once in a while (even if it is not by choice) and let the quietness and peace flood in. I will love to the death the endless sensory input you get when you spend an afternoon well, running or hiking along these quiet perfect as is paths. It is a separate but equal kind of joy that comes with focusing on yourself without that movement and stimulus, paying attention to your fleeting thoughts and losing yourself in a good book and mediocre journal. There are so many opportunities for growth in nature, both outward and inward. Drink it up, however the source fills your cup.