News radio is abuzz about high water in Yosemite Valley from the snowmelt above. We’ve had a bumper snow year and the mountains are singing. Water and spray are everywhere below the snowline, watering fresh new vegetation.
I’ve been in these mountains in spring–everywhere I go I can hear running water–dripping, gurgling, rushing, roaring. It forms a grand symphony to soothe the soul and to inspire.
There’s a hymn: This is my father’s world; and to my listening ears all nature sings and ’round me rings the music of the spheres.” Exactly!