Still Thinking of Peeler Lake   So . . . was it Latin or Greek that I heard that time in the Sierra? Maybe Old Church Slavonic, or a couple of words   in Pali, or Arabic from the Golden Age, or Thai, Lakota, siSwati, High German, maybe just some tongue dead and cold.   It spoke to me in the stillness and I knew it was true — plain, simple, holy, absurd. All I remember? The mountain, the sky.     © Michael Fleming Putney, Vermont July 2025