Found a good sitting log while out on my snowshoes in the mountains, a quiet spot under a blue sky in a forest of pine,  Green Mountain’s top is in my sight line, Chinook wind blowing in, sun feeling warm on my face, it’s good too just stop in such a place, the snow sparkles with sunlight, wind caresses all that nature possesses,  it’s here for me and it’s free, as I sit on this old dead tree