Tonight I took my antelope blind down. I need it to take into the mountains, in hopes it will help me catch an elk or deer. But it was sad to take it down. I never so much as saw an antelope while sitting in it. But I enjoyed many a fine morning watching the sunrise, drinking ice cold water, and talking to God.
The march of a dawn line across a wheat field is beautiful. You think you’ve seen how golden it is, and then suddenly the full light of the sun touches it, and a new richness of color is revealed.
The time before sunrise, when there’s enough light to see the nose in front of your face but not much farther, is beautiful too. I spend it straining my eyeballs, trying to stare harder and harder out the window of the blind, wondering if there might be a white and tan head out there.
Even the sound of a distant highway is beautiful. Manmade though it is, on a dark predawn morning the sound of cars hurrying by becomes a part of the voice of God.
The creation is beautiful beyond description, and sitting out in it for hours at a time is a great blessing.
Have a good fall, Antelope. Hopefully I’ll see you next year!