It often amuses me the dichotomies that can occur when you live in a small town in Montana. Today, I spent a beautiful morning outside as the sweeper for a fun run 10k. Cold and windswept, the run was nonetheless well-attended. I started out behind everyone else and picked up the wayside markers along the way. I was slow, making sure that the couple in front of me had plenty of room. I decided to have some fun along the way. Thus, the pictures below. The couple, who were carrying a baby, turned back early and I was left about 30 minutes behind the next slowest group of people. It was a fabulous day with gorgeous vistas. I concentrated on being outside and had some fabulous moments of meditation. It's amazing how much more comfortable with silence I'm becoming.
