what’s lost

Reflecting on a summer that seemed to come and go and somehow felt like it did not exist. There were photos taken that prove it real but even these feel like a dream.

Walks were walked and thoroughly enjoyed yet a nagging voice walked the trail with us. Silent at times and other times loud. A whisper at time and other a shout…..What’s lost may never be found.

Yes, much can be lost in a very short time and now nowhere to run.

Summer Days

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While spending time ogling the wildflower patches in front of us we almost forgot to turn around and breathe in the pure cloudless sky and wonderful mountain ridge behind us.

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An evening storm passes by bringing thunder but no rain on the mountain peak just across the way.

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A classic summer cumulus just seemed to hang over this rock formation from early afternoon until evening.

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The setting sun still shining out the mountains ever so close but still far away.

Summer days seem so few.

Empty the bucket

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We all need just a wee bit of time to empty the bucket before it overflows and makes a mess on the floor.

A bit of time to let your brain drain of that endless stream of information you have taken. Information we cannot process or act on to slip away.

Just a few minutes to shut off the flow and open the drain.

Wishing you all a wonderful weekend.