Two weeks in, and wow. Just wow. I can't look at the news too long without descending into anxiety. So, I walk when I can. And take notice of things that are still lovely. Which makes me sound nicer than I feel.

I've been tasked with not losing sight of the beauty in the world in spite of all the ugly that's sure to come, so here's the view from my study window on this dreaded day.

Thanksgiving at 7,400 feet.