We found ourselves out for a walk one evening this weekend, right before nightfall. The air was chilly and humid, after a day of blissful rain. The light was dwindling and the remnants of a magnificent sunset before us. Wet juniper trees and sagebrush filled the air with their intense and nostalgic aroma. It reminded me of so many nights camping with my father up in the Big Horn mountains and Yellowstone Park of Wyoming. That smell. It just never leaves your memory.
One child asked to sing a song, and then we found ourselves walking in the twilight singing songs we all love, holding hands, and wandering down a mountain dirt road.
