Second certainty of the year.

not the mountains, same sky

I knew I would see the mountains this morning.

That they would be there waiting in the day’s first light, the snow on their summits red in the sun’s glow.

I knew this for certain.

And not only because you had said you didn’t want to go.

I knew it because the stars last night were so clear.

And so many.

And so, so strong.

I knew it when I saw the cat sitting outside even before the dawn had broken.

And I knew it when I heard the birds calling as I left the house.

Are you sure you don’t want to go?