This morning the air was suffused with the scents of sage, rabbitbrush and rain. A squall passed over. The wind bangs the screen door against the house. Maybe the moisture will draw the snakes from their holes. I love these monochromatic mornings, when the mountains and foothills reveal themselves in layers of light and shadow. The mountains recover their memory, remember what they were and what they are becoming.
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