The Little Cute One and I were walking up a steep two-track, as we finished a walk down to a mild canyon. There was nothing spectacular there, but I love the oak trees and grass. But we were getting hot on the way back up the road.
Ah well, I wanted to be a good sport about it. After the best winter in years, horrid Southwestern heat was long overdue. And it was finally arriving in just a couple days. My departure would be timed perfectly.
On the last few steps up to the top of the road, a cool breeze came over the ridge. What an effect that can have on the 'soul'. Sailors must experience something similar. Or, more locally, certain birds must feel it. Think of the birds that play with ridge lift: swallows, ravens, or raptors.
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