I lost my mother almost three decades ago. I wonder what she'd think of my life today. It's different from anything that she could have imagined. She was a city dweller who loved Paris more than anywhere. I had the privilege of a mother-daughter trip to Paris while she was still alive so I saw the world that she loved so much. I have a lot of her in me but I have lost any love of cities.
I started my day at sunrise riding my snow bike with Shyla, sharing the forest with the moose and the mountain lions. I visualize my mother shaking her head in disbelief.
I ended my day hiking on our trails with the Labraduo.
Then, the Duo and I stood in the freezing cold air with a finger-numbing wind out of the west watching the sky light up at sunset. My mother was an avid photographer so she might have understood why I stood there getting colder and colder, waiting for the sunset to reach its most vivid color.