I hear the voice...

I hear the voice of the valley calling me. Yosemite has been for a long time a place to center myself. My fortress of solitude. As I contemplate a somewhat overcast day near my home, the yearning for this place grows. The early morning walks, listening to the birds chirping, catching a few deer feeding in the early morning. The cool breeze against my skin, reminds me of my youth in the mountains of Antigua, Guatemala.