The other night there was a strange phenomena during sunset time. I was sitting out on the back deck at dusk… darkness slowly enveloping my little cocoon of comfort… like a fat kid at a cupcake factory… when a warming glow began emanating from the mountains in the distance. Everywhere else was dark, but the mountains had this pinkish hue that gave me goosebumps.
That picture doesn’t give it one bit of justice… in real life it was vivid and breathtaking. I went around to the front of the house to see where it was coming from… and saw this…
Again, the picture does not do it justice… but it was one of those moments I just had to be grateful to be alive and breathing and healthy… and home. No matter if in the future I move far away, I’ll always be anxious to come back to my beautiful little valley surrounded by the majestic mountains. Can’t beat it!
Question of the Day: Where will you always call “home”?
Have a happy weekend, friends!