jackson_lake deb i long for purple mountains flooded over by the mist, morning dew lingering upon the fading tracks of moose and antelope on the open marshland- i ache to just sit there within the warmth of that lodge once more and read, glancing up every now and then to take it in- we don't see that sort of thing much here- i ache for springtime when mornings are almost cheerful everything is new again, wipe the slate clean once more- it is in those few precious moments when i can feel everything at once, when there is promise in that crisp air- i want to return again this year and i want to take you with me- to show you what it is i cannot begin to express- that place moves me- 010312 what's it to you? who go blather from