Appreciation grows

I wish you could hear the soothing roar of this stream. This is a favorite place of mine. There is something magically connecting while I am alone and

immersed in the sounds, smell, and crispness of the mountains. I use to take this magnificent gift for granted. No more. That is the beauty of aging. That and varicose veins and minimal bladder control. With the collection of years, appreciation grows along with unwanted facial hair.