Sunbeams creep slowly down the opposite hill, like a sleepy child down the stairs. My cold toes wait expectantly for the first kisses of the sun to find them. The rusty train track has now been sun-lit, a length of infinity that runs parallel with time. The river sings the name of people it has seen, telling the story of its travels. A hawk chases the invisible wind, hoping somehow to catch its power. Aspens, lovely with frail strength, begin to glow in their cloak of light.
Beauty and life come together in this place. Allowing me a faint glimpse of earths perfection.
The sun quickens in anticipation of its reunion with the river. The train tracks preside solemnly over the day. The river turns on its reflections, jewels on the rocks and jade on the water. The hawk warms and questions its search for power as its circle becomes lazy in the sky. The aspens drink of the sunshine, spinning it into the radiant life that surrounds them.
Cool beauty becomes passion. Half the world dances in this golden glow. My toes are kissed, caressed and warmed. My soul begins another day.