Lovely, Miss Kat.

I had a breath-taking day today, too. Y'all out there in Mudcatland should have been in Wyoming today. I drove up to Buffalo for a meeting and put in a CD of Schubert's Mass No. 2 in G Major as I left Casper. I cranked it as loud as it would go and as I drove north, I watched this boiling gray norther pushing the clouds down over the mountains toward me. Out front were fluffy, white clouds on a forced march, propelled by the almost charcoal gray heavier clouds behind them.

The vastness of this land simply cracks open my heart sometimes, and I was in a deep state of the Most Holy, Grateful Wow as I watched the textures of the clouds and the magnificent shadows and layering of colors where the mountains met the plains. As I came over a hill, the Big Horn Mountains came into view just as the "Agnus Dei" started. Regardless of religious orientation, you couldn't be in the middle of all that geographic and musical drama and not feel your cells being rearranged.

Glory, glory, glory.

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