And that is just the point… how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That’s the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. “Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?”
Some mornings it is impossible to stay a silent and passive observer of the world. It demands a response.
The overnight wind and rain have pulled down nearly every leaf, the ground is carpeted with the dying evidence of last spring’s rebirth, the dropping temperatures have robed the surrounding foothills in vibrant color and the peaks in a bright new snow covering.
There can be no complacency in witnessing this startling transition in progress. It blusters, rips, drenches, encompasses, buries. Nothing remains as it was.
And here I am, alive.