#50

escaping to the mountain…to the same place we’ve been retreating to now for 22 years…

the “snow cabin”…

that does sit on the mountain…but where there’s never always snow…

for 5 whole days and 4 whole sleeps filled with a crackling fire…and movies all curled up…and naughty-nummy food…and puzzles pieced together…and giggles ‘round games…and soaks in the big bearclaw tub…and long walks…

and the rushing of the river bending ‘round us the first sound heard when we wake, and the last as we drift off to sleep…

and the sole little magnet on the fridge declaring my thoughts…exactly…

“i come to the mountain to breathe!”