A conference of Writers
I am surrounded by mountains. Rather than in Phoenix where the mountains circled a massive basin these mountains are so close that I am at the base of one of them and feel as if this town is held in the palm. It is 8am and just becoming light. The mountains are snow capped and mist is rising.
Last night walking to my room from the bar I came across four deer grazing outside of my room. Yesterday three elk stood gently inside a clutch of trees. So still that they became trees themselves. There are wild bears here too. Deer and Elk and Bears and Mountains and a conference of writers.