Snow has covered the land overnight and the wind is blowing hard in my little corner.
Gray skies have enshrouded my world, cutting the visibility but I trust the familiarity as I have been here many times.
I know my mountains are close by and even though I don’t see them, I feel them in my heart.
I’m in no hurry for anything today and dream of favorite places such as this.
Alabama Hills and Mount Whitney with Face Rock and me.