I drove John to the airport in Bozeman. I will miss him. We’d started to find our Two Dot rhythm. It takes a few days, but when found is sweet. I drove back over Bridger Pass with windshield wipers constantly scraping rain from the glass and revealing glittering color saturated vegetation. Deep deep green pines, spring green grass and yellow flowers. The peaks were slate blue with some remaining white white snow. It is such a quick climb from the city to the mountain and I was completely over the pass in 30 minutes. As you drop down, the vegetation changes to pastoral. Pines give way to poplars and willow thickets… some aspen, and that gives up to rolling grasses. My wipers kept working at the rain; each swipe revealing another clearly focused picture-ready composition. I know others have their eyes to the rain with different markers in mind, but for me in this moment of transition to my independent time in the schoolhouse, the rain brings a measure of beauty that sooths and sustains.
