I love to walk up onto the mesa behind my house. From there, I have a 360 view. To the East, I look across open miles of flat-topped mesas with a fine coating of golden grasses, leading back to higher distant mesas, but mostly to the huge sky almost always dancing with clouds. Storms coming in, passing by, clearing up. Sometimes I stand in the sun and watch rain fall in the distance. There are few fences out that way, and I feel lifted by all the open spaces at my feet and above me.