The sky was stunning this morning - scary, spooky, and beautiful - all at the same time.
We played on an overlook with this view. Despite the fact that Shyla was up and restless again the wee hours of the morning (her seizure time of the night), she was full of energy this morning.
Although the bike that I was riding yesterday during my crash is out of commission, my pain was far less than I expected this morning. Perhaps I didn't hurt any of vulnerable parts of my spine near my fusions.
We found some golden aspens - among the last at our elevation - and played in their grove for a while. I hate the thought that our world will become so much less colorful soon.
Those golden aspen tunnels that I made a video of a couple of weeks ago are now bare branch tunnels. The transformation is a shock to my state of mind. However, I found a few leaves remaining on a tree in the formerly golden tunnels that caught my eye.