It’s a Sunday, I’m not at church today. I’m running the formally dusty, now snow covered dirt roads of Holcomb Valley.
This open land is so peaceful and glorious to me, it doesn’t matter that I didn’t find myself in a church on this Sunday A.M. I can feel god all around me in the pine trees, the creatures in the tall brush and in the morning winds that roar through this canyon today.
Happy Sunday. 
