I rode my bicycle, it’s fallen to 53 degrees and stopped by a hillside. If you do like back of the envelope calculations you might count a 2 x 2 square and find it had 100 flowers and that in a space that could hold ten thousand squares you could behold a million flowers.
Or you could just saw wow.
And enjoy it before winter comes once again.
Sometimes there are images that speak for themselves. In the Big Horn mountains the air is pure, the flowers bright and sweet, and the night sky is home to a billion stars. There my heart is calm and at peace.
My youngest, tomorrow off to visit France, soon off to art school… but forever in Wyoming in my thoughts…