My new surroundings differ like night and day from where I was just a few weeks ago. The hustle of long traffic jams and the rushing humans from here to there and actually going nowhere. Their daily shuffle mirrors that of Mexican army ants going to and from their dark dens in the wee early hours of winter. Here the most one can see is a rancher down in the valley unloading hay from a pickup truck feeding his cattle that one day will end up on the platter of those marching to work daily in the big Babylon cities. Looking to the east sometimes there are many antelope grazing in the morning sun on the great prairie or a herd of large mammoth elk moving across the land of mountain grasses like monks harvesting rice on high mountain plateaus.
Life is slower than normal here.
This is a comforting welcome to my soul. As the mind reacquaints itself with the subtle passing of time. The days move like the nights and time seems almost like nothingness. Sometimes its easy to forget what day it is. There is no need to know such mundane details here and now.