The sun is fully rising in the second window now and it is
time to go back to our other home in Seattle. It is a departure that always
aches, but it is an ache of privilege, one that comes from opportunity. We are
so lucky to retreat to the high plains and surround ourselves with Rocky
Mountain ranges each summer. The intent si to accomplish much, and at the end
of summer it would be easy to see what wasn’t done, but in the end it would be
enough to watch the sun rise and set, to listen to the birds, and to allow our
heads to clear. The wind blew all day. It seemed to mark a shift in seasons,
probably because it is our shift in seasons. But the freshness of moving air is
welcome as we sweep out the summer and prepare the schoolhouse for winter.
