In the west
As I drove in to work this morning, I rounded a curve and the golden hills of the narrowing tip of the valley spilled out on either side, just stunning in the clear light of the young white sun. Shadows deepening the definition of folds, occasional little groups of trees adding color, all the rolling potential of hills. I had a sudden moment of satisfaction and pleasure at being a Westerner, at that very moment, in these hills. It reminded me of the sense of place I used to revel in as a teenager reading Zane Grey in Tacoma.
It's a nice, centered feeling on the Autumn Equinox, with its full moon supervising.
Good morning! Have a wonderful day.