The girls are helping-out with a Christmas party this weekend. That isn't for me; I stayed away. In the afternoon I took the opportunity to run back to Cottonwood Wash. It was light when I began, but the sun sets early in December, especially in the canyons. The nice thing, though, walking back to the truck in the growing dark, was the quiet. The silence. A powerful, pulsing silence. Something that is difficult to find, but perhaps something that I love nearly as much as I love the girls.
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