On Sunday we left the Uncompahgre Plateau—25 Mesa to be exact—around three o’clock in the afternoon. Leaving behind the sun-warmed flowers, leaf mold, and coolness mountain air always seems to have.

The morning of Monday the sun broke free of the tree line; way after we got in from changing the water.  The air was full of wide awake birds, winging their way here and there.  Their flights crisscrossing the paths of other birds…no flight plan needed.

All, except for the pinto bean field,  the tractor work has ceased.  One more time a little later the pinto beans will be cultivated—knocking down the weeds so the beans can grow without interference.

We work until the light slowly fades, retreating beyond the Uncompahgre Plateau.  The thick shadows, edge the the little knolls on our place, and rim the the ditch banks.  The fugitive light highlights the leaves on the corn causing green shadows, which shift in the evening breeze.

“This is my favorite time of the day,”  Terry tells me at least once a week.  “The air cools, a feeling of renewal takes place, everything starts to have a calm feeling.”

For me it is morning.

My favorite time of the day…for just a second, as the sky lightens, the hope of the new day rises in me, I feel energized and ready for whatever might come.”

It is only for a moment.

Then the sun bursts froth and the day begins.  But for the moment it feels as if the freshness of the day will last forever.

Either way—sunrise, or sunset…the feeling is there.  The moment when time stops.  I’m sure it is different for everyone.  That feeling of birth.

From my world to your heart,

Linda