A thunderstorm rolls through the valley.  The air smells of pine and fresh rain.  The silver aspen leaves shimmy in the breeze.  I drink it all in from my Adirondack chair perched on the ranch house deck.  An occasional drop from the roof lands on me but I’m not bothered.  It’s so beautiful and alive in the sky, I can’t move inside.

Tonight is our last night at the ranch.