Today, as we ambled along the trail that rims the high ridges at the extreme south of the Salt Lake valley, I felt a profound sense of peace settle over me.
Don't get me wrong; I'm overstimulated and bone-tired from the past several months. We've handled near-constant movement, production overdrive, the training of a stable of new vendors and, now, the prospect of closing the sale on our new base of operations while we're in the States (a daydream-perfect loft downtown). The peace is coming from knowing that we've made the right choices, and that they're paying off in spades.
The Wasatch front seems lit from within, the caps of its white peaks subsumed in high-elevation snowstorms as the setting sun blanches its western angles. As a deer darts down onto the path and, for a moment, faces us--furry ears fluffily upright--you turn and smile. Your eyes brighter than all of it combined.