The furious wind storm that has gone on for days has almost stripped the exposed meadows of snow. I think that the snow must have landed someplace thousands of miles east of us based on the fury of the wind. Perhaps it has landed on some of you who have a dearth of snow this year!
Since hearing K's prognosis, it feels as if I've started the grief process but I keep going around in circles. Rage, helplessness, hope, peace, pure sadness, and then joy for another day with her - all of these raw emotions can churn through me in a random order and in rapid succession. I find that riding my snow bike helps calm my soul, both as an outlet for my searing anger and as a meditation that quiets my mind. Riding my bike on snowy trails helped me get past the volcanic rage that consumed me when I woke up today.
This afternoon, my rage had flickered out, and the Duo and I were in a high meadow for a peaceful sunset. I rejoiced in seeing their fur glow as the sun dipped below the Continental Divide. My legs were tired from my snow bike ride but my heart was happy to see the Duo together.