
Mountain Heart
This morning, I woke acutely aware of a heavy and achy heart, difficult to sluff. At some point, I was spilled out on the floor pondering after trying to begin the day, and I remembered the bare rock of the mountains gloriously red-bathed. And I thought how human hearts hurt when we let life live big in us.

That's the setting sun that lit the mountain so.

This is in the neighborhood before I headed uphill for a view.

clouds soft