clean air.

One good thing about the place I live is that the air is so pure. This morning we were all sitting together in the living room, when Kirby cupped his hand to his ear, tilted his head toward the window behind him, and dramatically said, 'What's that I hear...? No wind??' We've had a few days now of the kind of wind that separated our car door from the handle panel once, when trying to close it in a local parking lot after grocery shopping. It's great. It's mellowed out a lot just now, but yesterday morning when I was standing on one of the boulders at the top of the canyon, watching for my girls on the school playground below while I waited for my walking partner, I had to catch myself from being blown right over in the howling breeze. Delightful! Looking on the bright side, we can get a pretty intense workout from a simple walk by the creek... if we're going west. And then, if we are heading east, it's power assisted walking, so even hills are relatively easy with a good chinook at my back! In a few minutes I will be taking Jasper for a stroll. Today I will not be speed-skating effortlessly across the patches of ice under and between the snow on the roads. We will just amble along, at a pace of our own choosing. In the fresh, fresh air. I think it's going to be good... :)

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