"Sunset" on the eastern mountains

 I have always referred to watching the pink light, gently slide up the eastern mountains as the "sunset". Of course, the sun really sets to the west, over the ocean, and Gene loves the ocean sunset and thus enjoys correcting me. But "my sunset" is in the East and it reminds me of the sun moving past Half Dome in Yosemite valley. The colors go from brilliant, reflective white, to bluish and then pink and right now, the snow is once again white, just before the sky goes dark blue. I can look out the window with every sentence I write, and see a different image.  The colors are different, softer, but equally as beautiful as the sunset in the West, which mostly reflects the layers of pollution that turn the LA sky into bursts and swirls of color. The Eastern view of the rotation of the earth, seems slower, creeping and gives me the sense of time being more, gradual and gentle. 

It is now purple, the mountains are just a silhouette against the gray sky, and another day has passed. 

An interesting thing happens when you are waiting. My observations become richer. I notice the dust layer under the end table more. My fresh laundry, smells fresher.  My son's voice sounds quieter. My friend's conversation rings with enthusiasm, sharing old stories, imagining seeing each other again, recalling the past and looking forward, all at the same time. 

As for me, I am fine, hungry for chocolate chip cookies, home made, with oatmeal and caramelized butter.  I went to my favorite sandwich place today. Had blood drawn for pre-op. I think it is the forth set of blood tests since January 9th. 

Made plans to go North and see the "kids". Both big and small. 

I recall moving clay roof tiles from one location to another, feeling strong, capable, just a few months ago. I remember jackhammering a hole through "hard pan", in order to plant a Dogwood tree,  my first time using a jack hammer, what fun. And I thought about transplanting 20 plants from Graham's "old yard", to the "new yard" in only two days. And being amazed, that most of them have survived. I hope to be able to lift and dig and haul again. Nothing about me feels any different, but the scans show me that I am not as strong as I imagine. 

This past year has been amazing, and full of hard work. I am hoping, I have many more amazing years ahead of doing hard physical labor. Being quiet and peaceful is not my style and I hope, I do not have to make it my style.