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The coronavirus is affecting us: my retirement community is no longer taking us off campus, so getting groceries and meds will be more difficult, since I don't drive and riding the bus seems unwise. Oh well, at this age, it's just one damned thing after another.
The image above of the Tetons reminds me of something Gerald May wrote:
"The Allegheny foothills always surprise me . . . I'm driving along and the hills are not there, then suddenly, even when I know to expect them, they appear as if they had just decided to show up. A surprise of beauty. As I see them now, though, I sense more than their beauty; it's a deep homecoming, welcoming feeling. I could swear the mountains are reaching out for me, as if they have palpable arms opening, guiding, ready to take me in. Everything in me relaxes at this. I want to be taken in."
That's similar to what I felt when I landed in Jackson: suddenly the mountains are right there, alongside the runway, thrusting themselves up from the plain, announcing that they are here, waiting. A surprise of beauty indeed!
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