We moved and retired to the mountains in the fall season several years ago.
Coming full circle in finding a different life and way of settling down
To a new appreciation for the precious gift of time and each other.
Of which our spirits and tired bodies now thrive on mountain’s time and ways.
To hold each other close and slow dance in the kitchen.
Breathe in the fresh mountain air
Amidst the surround sound of bird choirs singing, hummers humming, blue jays and crows squawking.
The squirrels feeding on the corn cobb
Hear the lone owl’s soft hoots in the distance of a tree-shadowed by the moonlit sky.
watch the deer 🦌 grazing nearby
A full day of earth’s giving in gentle ways that deeply heal our spirit and soul
In our mountain meadow home.
The longer we live here, the simpler life becomes
Where every day is the weekend
Living large in our mountain-size way, in small doses.
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This is beautiful, I love the way the slowness of mountain life unfolds in your words.