Stealing one last glimpse of the stars from my bedroom skylight, I crawled into bed. Would the snow come? How could it? I drifted into a deep sleep - the kind of sleep only a remote cabin in the mountains could bring.
My alarm gently hummed; the wind chimed in. Too dark to see well, I did my best to observe the landscape from the window. I didn’t have to look far. Snow clung to the branches near the window. “Ahhh yes,” I sighed as I got out of bed. One more snow had come - One more conversation with old man winter - One more dance atop Mt. Le Conte.
I grabbed the lantern and left the kitchen. Snow stung my face as the winds raced across the mountain. I smiled on as I trudged through the fluffy landscape…
What a great day it would be.
“When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.” ― John Muir