Thought for the Day 12/31/2021
Friday Tale - This New Year I want to be a Mountain T he year drew to a close. What would I accomplish in the next? I looked up at the mountains in the distance. They were white now. Not long ago, they were brown. In the time I've lived in Idaho, I've had the opportunity to watch the cycle of seasons make their change on those mountains I never tire of seeing. My first sight of them came in September of 2008. The sides of the mountains were painted green with the leaves of sagebrush. Near the top were pines. The days moved on; the weather cooled and the rain didn't fall. The leaves browned. The mountain changed. Fall gave way to winter. I stood in the rain and watched the tops of the mountains turn a blinding white. Each week the snow crept further down their slopes and long before the first snows fell in the valley, the mountains were covered with fresh powder. The sun set; the lights on the ski slopes lit the sides of the mountains a dazzling white. I'...