Looking Up - Autumn - Leaves - Missoula, Montana

“She looked up. The sky was without cloud, a dome of lightest blue filled with air, great swirls and eddies of it, which you could see — just about — if you stared long enough. She breathed in deeply, and felt the fine dry air fill her with a buoyant optimism.”

-Mma Ramotswe, p. 85 in large type edition, The Saturday Big Tent Wedding Party, a No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency novel by Alexander McCall Smith

Up To Sky, Missoula, Montana

"The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be? — it is the same the angels breathe." - Mark Twain, "Roughing It"

What better motivation to keep climbing to the top of the hill - to inhale deep of God's big, wide sky? Keep going, step by step - you can make it - we're cheering you on!
(Plus, we can stop for real ice cream once we're back down in town.)

Fragrant Beauty, Missoula, Montana

A little under a half block away, the velvety fragrance of an over-achieving rose bush beckoned me to breathe in this beauty from a closer perspective.