Last night john and I visited one of our favorite places- a spot at the top of a cliff (not far from where we live) that over looks miles and miles of eastern foothills and the Mad River that runs through it.
It’s a stunning sight; the view of the sunset from up there never fails to awe me.
This time, we brought up a special bottle of wine, and I made some blueberry crumble that we packed into mason jars to eat along side.
It was perfect- and felt fitting for a celebration- which was why we were up there in the first place. To toast and honor the memory of john’s father, on his birthday.
We sat in silence for awhile and just looked out at the vast openness. It was so peaceful and quiet that we didn’t mind how cold we were starting to feel (the wind had really picked up at this point).
We stayed until the sun had almost set, watching the colors change over the horizon, exchanging a few words to one another about john’s dad. We listened to the birds reply in the trees that surrounded us.
After words, we packed up our things and left, leaving behind the last strip of glowing light as it spread across the dark sky.