We are tilting.
I see it here more than i did in Kentucky or Utah. I see it in the way the animals are migrating. I see it in the way ice forms at the edges of mountain lakes and streams and gradually overtakes them. I see it in where we see the sunrise each morning; Early summer rising above Bonneville in the center of the range and now seeming to rise south of the mountains all together. Reading and sipping coffee on the couch on mid summer mornings is blinding with the shade not drawn. Now it is almost too dark to read.
We keep the heat set at the same temperature, but our heating bill grows. On the coldest days this winter, we might be asking our heating system to warm the house 90 degrees. And that’s with the thermostat set at 60.
And yet it’s all beautiful. There is now time to do things we neglected in the frenzy of summer in the mountains. People grow warmer and closer. We bundle up against the elements and seem to be less bundled up against one another. The tourist town of Jackson is wonderful for a brief period in October and November. Coffee and tea are sipped often. Dinners and conversation are more impassioned. The cold wind batters us and we feel alive. We complain, but we aren’t depressed. The sun is more glorious for the few hours it shines.
We are tilting.
