I can't remember the first time I recognized this feeling. A feeling of admiration and awareness that you don't recognize on a daily basis.
I don't remember as a kid being here in Sequoia and Kings Canyon and feeling what I felt like an adult.
An absolute and powerful appreciation for nature.
This is what you do to wait out the snow.
We walked the Congress Trail, developing kinks in our necks from staring skywards and icy tounges from mouths open in awe.
Every so often we would stop and listen to the sounds of the trees. We would have to hold our breath because the sound of our own breathing interfered with the sounds of the forest. The occasional crack of a branch falling, a clump of snow falling from a tree or a whistle of a bird echoed all around us leaving us unable to determine the direction it came from.
I hope you get the chance.