Living – Places: 31
"Without accepting the fact that everything changes, we cannot find perfect composure. But unfortunately, although it is true, it is difficult for us to accept it. Because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer."
– Shunryu Suzuki Roshi
Mysticles on our Rocky Mountain Birch tree. There's a gentle westward mist meandering through today, forming delicate pointed icicles on the east face of every branch, pine needle, and dried grass blade.
Same birch branch 24 hours later, after an overnight snowfall. The mysticles provide an excellent anchor for the fresh snow.
Yet another 24 hours later and after still more snowfall, the skies have cleared and the high country morning sun is lighting up the world. For me, mornings like this are among the most beautiful experiences of life.