Sunday, July 1, 2012

Mountain mornings

I've been at Bread Loaf for just one week, and I've already settled into a routine. This is the kind of place where establishing a routine is easy, or maybe I'm just happy and doing things that I like, which makes it easy to follow.

There's always something to do in the evenings — a reading to attend, a bottle of wine to share on the porch at sunset and a dance on Saturday night. I like those things. But, by 10 p.m., I'm ready to for bed.

I love mountain mornings — the cool air, the sunrise that slowly illuminates the green slopes and the bird songs. I wake up at 5 a.m. and my head feels clear. I've been writing for myself and letters to other people. I've been walking the trails.

A bend in the river
along the Robert Frost Interpretive Trail.
I attribute this rhythm that I've fallen into as the consequence of being deeply satisfied with life.

2 comments:

  1. Bill, Cat, Vinnie, 3 pups and I enjoyed a hike at Backbone today followed by wading in a sandy-bottomed creek and picnicking in the park. Iowa and Vermont are kissing cousins!

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    1. These days of summer cannot pass with picnics and hikes. So glad you're making the most of them.

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