Narrow-Minded

Mountain-rimmed sun-dazzled horizons exist. But sometimes a walk through a thick forest when you're focused on watching for roots that threaten to trip you--sometimes that makes snow-peaks and sun-dance seem like a dream.

Which explains my prolonged blog-silence. My horizons seem to have shrunken to just about the size of how well or otherwise I feel on a given day. Which is just about as worthy of description as a cautious stumble down a root-filled forest path would be.

When I'm out of the woods, maybe I'll find it an experience worth distilling into anecdotal form. If not, I know there will be other things worth sharing from my bitty corner of this mountain-dotted, sunshine-glorified globe.

So I'll be back.