The haze was gone from the air hanging over the field, burned off by the sun as it rose over the southeastern ridge and began falling across the river and steadily toward the west, nesting its bottom half behind Jack’s Mountain. Light, now angular and painted, offered life beyond a mere blue and white existence to the sky between the mountains, like an awakening to greater meaning in the final minutes before death brings night. Song birds, ever-active in the closing minutes of the day, composed the soundtrack to the final few, burning moments of light — their tweets and…

Todd Bumgardner

Todd Bumgardner is a committed outdoorsman, writer, and entrepreneur.

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