That is my yak jacket hanging on the hall tree. More to the point, that is what I wore to the post office today--no hat or hood or gloves, no layers, no down-filled parka, just the lightweight, fleece-lined jacket made of yak's wool that my husband brought home from a trip to Kathmandu.
Afterward, even though there is still snow on the ground, I went for a turn around the neighborhood to soak up my portion of the sun-scented air. If I were a girl again, I would have been skipping and breaking off icicles to chew. I would have run across the soccer field to leave my footprints in the unbroken snow.
It was a glorious half hour in which a host of gutters, downspouts and storm drains were singing counterpoint to a holy convocation of cardinals and chickadees.
My yak jacket and I were reluctant to return home.
what a glorious post!
ReplyDeleteWell. I am envious...that jacket is fabulous!
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, getting out there even for a bit, with no impediments, to enjoy nature's best parts.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful jacket. I have some yak wool given to me by an acquaintance who has yaks. I spun up a bit of it and in the midst of spinning the wonderful wool my throat began to swell and I had a hard time breathing. I discovered I was allergic to Yak ! Who knew ?
ReplyDeleteI love your telling of a walk in the "sun-scented air". Sunshine in late winter is a gift that makes my heart sing.