Days spent alone tend to be good times to ponder. And God sometimes speaks to us in strange ways, even through the Counting Crows:
"And it's been a long December and there's reason to believeMaybe this year will be better than the last.
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass."
I was driving down Loveland Pass to A-Basin while listening to this, thinking about the upcoming year yet trying to "be here now," surrounded by the ravishing beauty of a sun-kissed day of snow.
I've included a shot of Monk-do ("do" being Hindi for "two) and I in Montezuma Bowl. The original Monk was lost somewhere between an Artists' Colony and a Crocodile Bank south of Chennai. Dad gifted Monk-do to me after Monk's ill-fated loss. Monk-do is about to embark on a long journey so I decided he needed to get out for some fresh air.