Deep breaths of excitement take in the cleanest air on earth, always chilled by nearby snow patches and bubbling streams of melted snow. The air is stingy with its oxygen, a condition that brings on a light headed intoxication and requires more deep breaths to extend our pleasure. Soft evergreen needles under foot silence our steps in involuntary reverence; a requirement nature doesn’t leave to our own judgment.
Our eyes record distant peaks that glow in sunlight by day and by reflected star light by night. The remote scenery reminds us that no dwellings or roadways or gatherings of people exist there to dilute the realm.
When I am not there for these electric days of autumn, something in my life is missing. I suppose it is a fact of human existence that we have longings, some of which inevitably must go unfulfilled. So with sincere gratitude, I am comforted by the good fortune that put me there far more than my share of times with September elk.