It’s currently 13 degrees and clear up top. Yesterday’s high was 25, with an overnight low of 4. We still have trace amounts of snow up top, along with ice on sections of the trail.
It seemed the new year had brought a silence over the mountain. Few hikers appeared to be wandering up the trail; even the winds were quiet. I walked silently to the cloud covered sunrise. It was another one of those blue-jean colored mornings. A deep blue filter coated the world. How different today was from yesterday’s show. I smiled and soaked in the still landscape around me.
Back at the lodge, I warmed the kettle for tea. Minutes later, the smell of ginger-turmeric tea filled the kitchen. Again, I smiled. My thoughts wafted to the a recently gifted book that had ensnared me from page one. The book lay patiently in a warm nearby loft…
…a needed reading day was afoot.
“Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress; working hard for something we love is called passion.” – Simon Sinek