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Wed, 01 Sep 2004

Bountiful Peak Sleep - Above Antelope Island

Arriving in a certain slant of sunlight, watching the angle change. What I brought: water, iBook, dog, dog food, sleeping bag, cot, etc.

Sitting here where I've sat for decades.

Smell of sage when Tika, my dog, walks through the brush, disturbing the plants. What I did not bring: Flavia. She is elsewhere.

One thing I brought I didn't a decade ago: reading glasses.

Watching the sun descend - carefully, avoiding its full reflection in the lake - a few clouds on the horizon.

What to describe: what's changed or what's now?

The air full of small flying bugs. About 30 minutes before sunset they start to dissipate. Tika prowling the hillside. Me listening to the silence. I give her water while I eat a chicken salad.

Quiet granite. Lichen, seemingly living on air. A breeze so slight it barely moves the sage blossoms. The movement increases ever so slightly with the sunset edge breeze.

Sage, lupine, indian paint brush - all in bloom.

To the east, deepening dark purple. Almost a dome over the western third of the sky. A dome of disappearing blue at the eastern edge - orange and red on the horizon.

Descending into dark. All merging into a single silence.

Until the waning gibbous moon rises behind me.

And except for civilization all lit up below.

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