The amazing part is, its smells like I was sitting under the trees right then in the early morning air. The tree bark is soaking wet and the branches are dripping water from their needles to the forest floor. When I walk, the ground gives about an inch and the water squishes out from under the needles. I'm over 5 miles down the hill and can understand all this from what the aroma that is being carried in the breeze. Usually its the smell of the warm wet desert of the scrub oak, cedar, and sage. Today its the wet pine floor and bark from 9,000 feet. Hours later and it still amazing.
If I could possible sleep in my swing chair, I would, but I don't think I would last long. My long a** legs would be screaming for being curled up for too long. So, the window is open in my room and that will have to do.
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