I awakened bright and early to 2016, to see the first sunrise of the year with my Shyla.
I had my mother on my mind as we watched the sunrise. This January, it is 28 years since she died. If I live another couple of months, I will have lived longer than she did. She taught me so much and gave me so much love. I wish that I could have known at least another 28 years of that love.
As I watched the sun gradually brighten the world, I felt the pull between the darkness and brightness of life. Although I, like so many, hold sorrow in my heart, I still see the beauty and the brightness of life. I think that's why I love sunrise so much - it shows, in an artistic way, how the sunlight casts happy rays into what looks like a dark foreboding forest.
Then, we rode up to Hug Hill. The sheer difficulty of propelling the huge bike tires through loose snow stopped my brooding. There was no room in my brain for anything but the effort I was putting out and keeping an eye on Shyla.
Shyla and I gazed at the bluebird sky and snowy white mountains. I took some deep breaths of the frigid air, and I felt so very alive. I love these mountains.
Happy New Year to all of you. Let's make the most of the coming year!