Winston Churchill referred to his depressive episodes as that Black Dog that showed up and took residence in his life for awhile. It's a good description. Ever since my early twenties, the Dog has sometimes shown up at my house, too. He's been around lately, but the good news is that I know what to do with him. One of the best things about getting older is that while you may not have your stomach muscles anymore, you do have perspective.
I only tell you all this, because I want to mention what happened to me when I drove up 8th North in Orem today and looked at the familiar sight of the rocky mouth of Provo Canyon. My heart lifted. What a gift--to see sun glinting on stone.
What vistas make you happy?
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"Sun glinting on stone" is beautiful. Should be a title of a song. The sun rising over my part of Henderson, Nevada is a happy vista. The roofs are red ceramic tile go this way and that, the homes are of adobe adobe, the palms stretch and wave good morning, and the red-brown hills turn purplish with a shadow. Its like I am living in some exotic Italian village. The reality check to my romantic outlook is the large neon infused sign and lights of the Sunset Station Hotel and Casino.
Sunshine on water.
Damn dog. I hope the sun has chased him far away.
Alpenglow anywhere along the Wasatch front.
Rock Canyon always lifts me.
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