Wonder

I’ve seen the sun shine across the Continental Divide on horseback –

Streaming rays of molten gold melting over Aspen trees.

I’ve felt the wind blowing in my face

Off the snow that refused to melt in the heat of the summer at Snowmass, Colorado.

And scenes of wildflowers frolicking at Estes Park.

Sights, sounds, smells that have left an indelible stamp on me…

One who is a searcher, always.

It is strangely beautiful that the seasons of life do not always correspond with our expectations.

I’m enormously grateful that I do not orchestrate the days.

As the leaves begin to paint themselves in the palette of God,

So, my friend, do I.