Here in Montana waves are different. Instead of the swelling peaks of greenish bluish water endlessly crashing and withdrawing from the shoreline, here we have softly undulating waves of tall grass, rippling endlessly across the landscape. Strong winds sweep across the terrain, causing the green trees to whisper and dance, bending gracefully backwards and forwards, shimmying in tune with the currents of air. Patty swims nose deep through this golden green ocean, in search of rabbits and prairie dogs to chase. Birds swoop and hover, scouting their passageways through the grain. Depending on where you look, these waves conjure visions of succulent leaves of watercress still damp from the salad spinner, deep green herbs and colorful flowers falling from my fingertips, softly sticky caramel sauce rippling along a plate, and swirls of butterscotch pudding waiting for a spoon. It's peaceful and wild at the same time. Clouds can be seen above and below. Depending upon your perspective they are fluffy pillows of spun sugar or huge, ponderous shadows sliding over hills and dales. We see stories in their shapes and magic in their motion. Mother Nature is unadorned and free to wander in these mountains. We experience her each day in all her glory and it makes us better people. It reminds us that though the waves may look different, the inspirations are always there for the taking.