It's morning and I'm awake !
The mountains looked beautiful this morning and they did also last night as the February sunset turned them a blazing red orange across a strict line above which the white snow that lay on the high tops was twilight blue and like a shadow somewhere near the cross-over to another world. So yesterday I thought I would like to try writing typing in my live journal. oh ya I suppose she said that typing isn't as good for morning pages oh who the heck cares about being all conventional and conformist? eh more later