A mountain-sized wink

As many of you know, we have a little cabin in Colorado, at the base of the East Spanish Peak.  Last winter, we took a flight from Des Moines to Albuquerque and I knew we would fly right over the mountain.  But it was stormy and all I could see from the plane were clouds, so I stopped searching out the window and turned to my book.  At one point, though, I realized we had to be almost over the mountain, so I once more looked out, and there it was, "our" mountain (background, on the left), rising over the clouds.  I felt it gave me a big wink.

Life is entirely made up of these small moments that give us hope, make us smile, calm us.   So easy to miss, so important to savor.