And that bit about the moose skirted up to her middle in pink wildflowers sounds like something my mom would have said.
Just discovered this. A lot more was going on in your head than was coming out your mouth that day! I savor the memory of that day and of The Meadow. The memory and hope of seeing it again in summer carries me through winter.
Great piece, Marvin. Just stumbled onto your series, will now watch for it and will read the former posts. Timp is gorgeous. Maybe I'll see you up there sometime, although you're a more ambitious hiker than I am.
You have so wonderfully given voice to my feelings about The Meadow. It has been many years since I have climbed the mountain, but I will never forget my first view of the wildflowers in the meadow. There truly is no way to photograph an image that fills every part of your being. But I will have that memory forever. And your words have taken me there again. Thank you.
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