This is a small piece. 10 inches by 12 inches. “A Morning’s Promise”. I chose the title because I remember this morning so well. I was at a beautiful lake 5 days into a solo backpack trip. As dawn broke, a group of Canada geese were discussing the days activities somewhere across the lake. As I took it all in, a golden eagle flew overhead and fish were rising near the little soft, flat gravel patch where I spent the night. The temperature was certainly chilly but, in the Sierras, when the sun issues it’s first warming rays on the tips of the mountains opposite it’s rise, you know that warmth will soon follow. Soon it becomes clear that the real promise of mornings like this is gratitude, in it’s purist form.
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