It is so beautiful! The sky is sharp blue, the hills as green as Ireland, and the air as soft as cotton. All is well with the world. Yesterday was much the same, but different because I climbed Marin County's Machu Pichu. Even as my friend and I started up this hill, straight up, I wondered. Casting any doubt aside we started. The rewards were endless--wild flowers nodded at us at each step. We saw sun cups, California poppies, tiny whites we couldn't name, and finally the first blue lupine.
At the top we turned and had the view of San Francisco right in front of us. How blessed we are to have such beauty right outside our doors. Going down was not as steep but more treacherous because of large rocks and broken rocks. What a glorious time.
With friends we can share so much even the silences that don't need to be filled.
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