Time In A Mirror

White-tip mountains, majestic, stand tall.
Images of trees, reflections of clouds in blue.
Birds in flight look down to see years gone by,
years still to see.

Leaves of green, brown, yellow and red,
reflect as they float to their winter bed.
Footprints in snow of squirrels and deer.
The rippling of rains as they fall.
Seasons gone by, those still to come.

All of nature is a reflection of time.

- Susan Zakusylo

I stayed overnight with a previous neighbor, and now a friend, from our life in the gorge. They too have a lovely view of Mt. Adams from their home. It was a fun visit and a delight to see, again, the grandeur of the rugged and stunning scenery of the gorge. 

This morning I drove my old commute to the college along nearly empty roads--so different from driving in Portland!  And a morning meeting to plan how I will wrap up my work there by June's end. 

And then onto a new chapter..."Seasons gone by, those still to come".