The Distance

Trying to find a place to look out into the distance these days.  The weeds are thick and the grass is tall and most of the time I feel so small and it is hard to catch sight of any sort of distance.  I feel like a mouse in the tundra, not so much a hawk in the sky.

The answers are in the horizons, in the vastness, on the overlooks and on the edges looking out.  The answers are in the distance.  I am in the grasslands, the caves, the holes and the thickness of the forest.  I keep thinking I will turn a corner into the open or climb high enough to a lookout.  But, not yet.  I believe in this distance and I know it is waiting for me.  I am traveling towards it or around it or underneath it.  It exists this moment.  I just can't see it.  Yet.

Yet...

With February Peeking Through

January has felt like a heavy fog with shades of grey and dust.  The actual rain has been welcome and there were days that did not bear such weight, but it has been a time of shallow breathing and cautious steps.
This morning has felt like a few rays like fingers have peeked through.
 The air still feels cold, heavy and still, and I wouldn't call these rays a sign of warmth or beauty or even necessarily hope, but it has let in some color.
It is a crack in the lid that was keeping the pressure in and the clarity out.
Be it small, it is significant

Picture taken in 2010 in the Grand Tetons, WY on our Honeymoon ♥