Church

Every Sunday morning I walk Finn and Sophie, my border collies in the Sandia Mountain foothills. We arrive before dawn and are there to see the sunrise. Each week the mountain offers a new and different beauty. This morning a storm is moving in and clouds lay gently over the ridge to the north. Today we startled a deer, and stepped over (or sniffed as the case may be) several large and very fresh piles of bear scat full of red berries.

My Sunday morning church.