clear blue skies

I know I've been a little obsessed with the sun lately, winter does that to me. By March it's a physical craving that originates somewhere near my solar plexus. Spring storms, while lovely in their own way, do not help. I'm pretty sure I have waxed poetic about St. George before. I love, love, love coming here. There is something about the way the light reflects off the red rock canyons, something about Pineview Mountain covered in snow behind desert landscapes. Something about the bluest skies I have ever seen. It makes me want to breathe more deeply, to drink it all in. It is my favorite place in the whole world to run. It feels like the sort of place where anytime spent indoors is a little bit wasted. So, I'm off to waste less time and take the advantage of the bright, clear, high altitude sunshine.