Friday foliage…hushed

Mountains of quiet

Nighttime in the mountains. I go out to sit on the cabin porch in the cool evening air and almost fall down the few steps as my eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkness which immediately envelops me.  Ensconced in the lounge chair, my eyes wide open as they can be, straining to take in every particle of light, I realize once again that darkness is a relative term. 

Dreaming of Wyoming

In the summer, a woman’s fancy turns to vacation…rest, rejuvenation and the mountains.  These are some of my Wyoming dreams.