On the Thousand Lakes yesterday, it was another of those almost frantic sessions of smelling, tasting, listening, and seeing. The light coming from the rising sun off of the desert after a night of rain was radiantly warm, while the grasses and aspens lining Round lake were already primed for any light that strayed their way.
The light and lake shores danced to a song that I couldn't record and with choreography that I can't begin to describe.
It didn't matter, because Ryan and I left off of fishing to sit entranced and dashing from one perspective to another; it was just so nice to see and feel the interplay as it came and changed and played with the senses.
Another quick trip, though it seemed to consist of ages of time in some ways.