sometimes i wonder if the world's so small, that we can never get away from the sprawl. livin' in the sprawl, dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains and there's no end in sight. i need the darkness, someone please cut the lights.

The shortest route to wealth is the contempt of wealth. Seneca

_Morning y'all,

It's a beautiful, warm morning up top. The high yesterday reached 44 degrees. The low yesterday reached 40 degrees. It is currently 44 degrees and slightly cloudy. The mountain received .09" of rain yesterday. There is still some patchy snow on the ground up top, but we've had a lot of melt lately. I would bet that trail conditions are improving - making traction devices a nice luxury, not a necessity.

The lingering clouds from yesterday are shimmering in the soft hues of pink & purple. Douglas Mountain is waking up slowly on this fine morning, trying to pull the clouds back over her like some beloved, ephemeral blankets. Pine Siskins are jumping from tree to tree in front of my porch, somehow they are more caffeinated than I am. They are usually very considerate neighbors, but their frenzied activity is a bit too much for me. This morning, I want to focus on the slow show in the sky. It's a couple ticks quicker than glacial, yet still gradual enough to let my mind marinate in it for an hour or two.