Is it vain to derive part of one’s meaning from
within the Mountains?
My oldest son says I’ve now grown a full beard.
I’m not so sure?
Perhaps a bit longer, still.
The days are shorter this time of year.
Nights come on rapidly.
Dawn is always late.
“Have you seen this night?” I asked him
late yesterday evening.
It’s rare to get such a glimpse,
Countless stars over Missoula.
It was cold.
Sunset this evening.
The hill – to the South –
Who gracefully paints such a scene?