Cold, crisp air is good for the soul.

I filled my afternoon yesterday with cold air and animals. I had spent much of the weekend at home reading, so a ride in search of photo subjects seemed to be in order yesterday.

She kept a very close eye on me.

Why was there one mother and three calves?

 She almost looked like she was saying, come talk to me.

They didn't even notice I was there.

I have released the anger and the worry, and I'm enjoying my new found calm and enlightenment. I am relearning that I am capable and resourceful, and I am accepting that I need to take the time to work on me. 

I am also understanding that people need to handle things in their own way, at their own pace, with their own reality. And I'm realizing that not everyone who has been a part of my life will remain a part of my life, and that's starting to be okay. 

Communing with the great outdoors yesterday was good for my over worked brain cells.