Being on the high desert east of the Sierra in January is a sensual feast: the quiet, the ever changing light, the cold crisp air, the soft wash of color, the texture of brush and bare-limbed trees, the steaming hot springs, the sulphur- laden air, the bird-filled marsh, and a nearly full moon. I'm taking it all in, filling my spirit with beauty and peace.
Walking. Writing. Reading. Resting.
Walking. Writing. Reading. Resting.
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