Just Another Rainy Mountaintop Morning Coffee Muses

Woke to another wet morning of birdsong. At least none of the rain has been heavy. By the time we left yesterday the rain had died down to an occasional sprinkling. It didn’t start raining again till we were back home on the mountain.

Last evening I was watching clouds pass by down in the valley below. There’s something meditative about watching clouds drift by… from above. Might that have something to do with all of the eastern monasteries perched high on a mountainside? This morning’s clouds are blowing over our ridge and swirling around in front of us. About all we can see today are the ridges and knobs on our side of Laurel Creek. Everything further out is hidden in clouds.

Well, it’s our last day in the High Country so I better get moving…