Thoughts from Walking with the Creator
There is no place quite like the mountains to enjoy the first rays of morning light. Shimmering rays glint across lakes and streams, inviting wildlife to leave their shadowy shelters for a cool morning drink. Through the stillness I hear the familiar plinks of fish jumping to snatch insects. Insistent jays and chattering chipmunks urge me to pay attention to the glory around me. Indian paintbrush, yellow buttercups, and purple columbine paint brilliant hues on grassy slopes encouraging the surrounding peaks to glow with golden tones as if they, together, celebrate the dawn of a new day.
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