where'er the wind takes me.

I'm here in New Mexico and the weather is crisp and fragrant. A magnificent cocktail of aromas--like heaven and burning rain. I don't know if that is exactly possible, but my senses tell me it is so. 

We ride the four-wheelers through the fields, once green, now bitten by frost and golden, and I hold tight knowing I am lucky to feel joy. Life is happy and it is beautiful and while I could go off listing things that are frustrating me at the moment, I'd much rather feel the wind in my hair and the sun on my face. I think I'll count the clouds in the sky and remember the giant silver moon we saw on the horizon yesterday evening. 

Those are the things I choose to focus on and that is how I am happy. 

I hope you each find your own way, or feel free to borrow mine, and I hope you each remember to be kind and good all your days, because the alternative is so much less appealing.