The phrase resonated with me a couple of mornings ago, during that rainy Easterly spell when NW sunsets were furtherest from our minds. We were getting ready for school and I was playing Baxter, a collection of songs based on good old JK's poems, which once again resound with shared experiences for our family. There is a wonderful lilting version of "High Country Weather" which has in the past lifted my spirits and this week reminded me how far we have all come
Alone we are born
and die alone
Yet see the red-gold cirrus
over snow-mountain shine
upon the upland road
ride easy stranger
Surrender to the sky
your heart of anger.
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