Waking up too early after sleeping to little. Running in the crisp dark cold nearly silent as our breath puffed white out of our cold lips. The moon lit our path and made the run feel like dreaming. Running into the house, into the closet and changing in five minutes and back out the door to drive up and over the mountain as the sky turned pink and blue and the valley glowed with the light of the new day. A hour, no more, no less at the temple, listening to stillness and wondering at the peace of just being present. Being wrapped in white and smiled at and loved and reminded that I am alive and well and that today is enough. Racing home back over the sunlit mountain to see a valley stretched miles and miles filled with houses and lakes and desert to my home filled with friends waiting for Choga. Sweating and laughing and worrying together as we breathe in and out, in and out. Hugging goodbye with love and thanks, one set leaves and another set arrives to talk...