We had begun the slow slide back to daily life by extending our Montreat week through the weekend, the last two days spent a bit higher in North Carolina’s Appalachian Mountains. We were worn slap out, my friend and I, yet when light began to creep through my bedroom’s east facing windows, I raced across the house to taptaptap on her door.
It’s happening I whispered. She was up in a flash and we made our way to the back deck.
Morning greeted us with this.
But that wasn’t the most remarkable thing.
The birds offered a symphony that left us both in awe.
It was the perfect ending to a week filled with two things I love: mountains and music.
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