The skies above this mountain meadow are as gray as Aki’s fur. But sunlight reaches a favored flank of Mount Jumbo. Little dog, why aren’t we so blessed? Aki pees—her typical response to a foolish question. Suddenly she is squinting, as the chunk of meadow we are passing through turns as bright as a California day.
Rarity enhances value. For us rain forest dwellers, autumn sun is a rare commodity. I click away with camera, in danger of gushing about golden, glowing grasses when the sunlight blinks out and the meadow’s beauty fades to gray.
On the drive home, I stop to watch sunlight battle with broken clouds over the Douglas mountain ridge. The clouds win. As they each darken to a different shade, I am reminded that beauty can be found in the common as well as the rare.