The forecast is ebbing and flowing, unsure if it really wants to snow, and how much, if anything at all is to occur. Watch. Wait. All is good with what nature chooses to do. The large game hunters are gone and deer are slowly peeking out and sensing that safety has returned. I rarely see any during big game season, but they are now again nearly daily visitors.
The winter winds are back, however. An absolute blustery couple of days up on this old hill top, using wood piles to block the worst when waiting for the dog to do his routines. Hats on. Hoods up. Back to the wind. It can move you, and not in the spiritual sense.
The clarity in shift of self is sticking this time, and things are good. I am clear why I am here, in this valley, in this ranch, and just here.