The recent run of rainy days made the landscape seem even more stark than usual.
This morning when we walked, the wind out of the northwest was cool enough for a sweater, the sky was cloudless and the sun felt warm on my face.
Jilda and I both walk in silence, for the most part, in kind of a kind of walking meditation.
Today we walked down the winding path behind the barn and I spent most of the time looking down.
When we turned around for the walk back up (which always seems much further up than it was going down,) I noticed sky was a shade of azure. The color made even more remarkable by the contrasting green pine, and sumac berries which were a cross between maroon and cinnamon.
Anyhow, it was good to be reminded that there's always color all around us.