As I opened the door - I heard cattle - many - in the pens over by the track - lowing - I wonder if you ever heard a whole lot of cattle lowing - it sounds different here - too - just ground and sky - and the lowing cattle - you hardly see - either them or the pens - the pens are of weather beaten boards - take on the color of the ground it seems - I like it and I don't like it - its like music - I made up a tune this morning - Well - I heard the cattle - as I opened the door - and I liked it and I didn't liked it - then I read your letter as I walked to breakfast - a great letter - Anita.