on patience

The wave was in this week...with all the rain we'd had.

The North fork of our river system,

a beautiful place.

I calmly bask in our afternoon mountain sun,

sipping on tea packed in a thermos.

Contemplating the fact that,

even the end of june,

It's still not quite summer here....

the puffy coat is still in the quiver of acquirable layers...

and I am in hand warmers meant for brisk-ier days of Montana.

But today,

 that's just fine with me.

Everything in time.

Right?

Not a bad time to meditate on this elusive virtue called patience.

Patience has never been *my* virtue.

Most certainly not.

But today is a practice in meditation.

And a breath of fresh mountain air. 

My man runs the river,

the one that only swells at the perfect amount of rain and run-off, 

on a board not quite for him,

lapping the elusive wave,

over and over and over again,

swimming the eddy

and then hiking the bank back up. 

Talk about patience.

....

A beautiful place to meditate.

Taking patience lessons from the old furry man.

And the one in the wetsuit.

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