Sometimes I'm at a loss

for words. Especially during the times that I'm caught alone, in the midst of beauty that was thought to only exist in fairy-tales. Sophie and I took a walk up, up, up to the top of the hill yesterday only to discover these amazing hills, all covered with bright yellow dandelions and as our eyes rose above the fields our hearts began to fill...a perfect view of the snow capped Alps. I couldn't help but smile and acknowledge the Creator of such beauty and Sophie showed her appreciation by taking a poo in the bushes. She then began to run, and so did I. We ran the trails through the flowery fields, into the heavily shaded woods, over the creek, and past the cows. And when our hearts felt full enough to burst, we stopped and sat amongst it all. Bees and butterflies whizzed past, busily collecting nature's sweet, the distant clamoring of the cowbells filled the silence, and a sweet breeze blew through our hair (or fur).


I smiled again and Sophie licked my hand, as if to acknowledge and affirm my thoughts. Ah. I'm so friggin' blessed.