Today was a perfect June day. Cool temperatures for this time of year mixed with blue sky and small clouds. Warren and I drove over the Blue Ridge mountains to revisit a kiln we have fired many times helping out a good friend. The hills of Virginia flowed with tall grass. It was as if each new view melted into the next. As we drove there and back each vista was layered with memories and the fresh light of a clear June day.

June Wind

Light and wind are running
over the headed grass
as though the hill had
melted and now flowed.

–Wendell Berry, New and Collected Poems, 2012