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Another Chilly Dawn

I step out of the rig before dawn to let my little poodle do his old-man duties. I stand close, guarding him. Off in the distance the sagebrush stands out slightly from the surrounding grass; under the full moon, it looks like a patient, lurking, coyote-sized predator. A full moon does a fine job on a high, lonesome, and wind-less mesa. But all of this had little effect on me. It was the temperature that mattered.

It was chilly of course, but to just the right intensity. It's funny how certain "hardships" stimulate a person. The hardship must be of the right kind and adjusted to the proper intensity. For the first time in several days, the chilliness left me feeling confident as I braced against it.

Perhaps I should celebrate the occasion by rereading Toynbee's chapters on "Challenge and Response." What he described about several societies in different eras -- he was gloriously time-agnostic -- applies just as well to an individual's life. It is the issue that separates an early retiree from a conventional retiree.

Now, there is enough voltage in dawn to see the indigo serrations of the San Juan mountains. What a pageant of eye and skin pleasure each dawn is! Late risers miss so much. They'd better live in town.

Comments

It will be interesting to see your route and how long you linger north of the palms. As with other pleasures in life, It will make you appreciate southern Arizona more the longer you put it off.
Yes, appreciating the smallish southern areas more is exactly the point.