Mountains - allow one's eyes to have something upon which to rest.
Returning to the area of my birth and maturation (such as it is) means having mountains on the horizon, a big change for me. And the peaks and valleys are a welcome sight.
The sky is incredibly blue. The mountains are a much darker shade of blue, topped with a mound of "whipped cream" snow.
There are remainders of glacial meanderings, and the dark of evergreen trees and the unmistakable tree line, above which only small plants will grow. I am enjoying the familiar scenes, the freshness of Spring, which comes much later that in the Southwest.
Lilacs flourish, brooks and streams run clear and cold, and the nights are chilly. I realize how much "in my head" I have been in recent months. Nature's sensuous pleasures refresh my soul, as do the familiar places and animals. As you can tell from my wandering mind, I am still on vacation. . .
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