I am looking off to the south of my house and the sun is just beginning to cast long dark shadows of grey green sagebrush off to the east. I like this time of evening when the eastern sky begins to tire and fade to black. The far off western sky seems to beckon one to follow off into tomorrow with it.
I imagine that the setting sun is waking up tomorrow, which will turn to meet me, when I wake up and face another new day.
And so goes my life. Watching, looking for another reason to face another day.
Smiling at today, as it moves to be again. Smiling at all days, that went this way. Moving down a highway of evening suns that swallow all of the todays.......
Always hungry for the approaching day. Following off around the globe, stretching into a place where today is being perpetually born. A place where the moment of birth is all that exists. Where the sun is always rising. Where it never sets into morning, day, afternoon or evening.
If only I could follow the sun around the earth until I grew old watching today be born.
Constantly moving till it seems I was STILL.
Back to the picture out of my glass door....
Where I watch this day fade into night. Where I move along, feeling the earth at my feet. I feel my body tilting ever so slightly knowing I am compensating for the movement into space that we make.
Lacey white and grey clouds which rise up into turbulent air so high above the peak of the great mountain just south of me. Miles away, but I feel like I can reach out and touch its snow covered slopes.
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Through fields of pinon pine with dancing deer, strutting turkey and stately watchful elk. I would have to reach across their backs and tops to touch the snowy slopes of mount sopris or whatever its cosmic name is. The mountain collects air around it. You can watch it during the day. Pulls moisture laden clouds toward it. Clouds seem to gather low when rain is near. Clouds cover the border between trees and rock where the altitude is too thin and trees grow short and thin.
The mountain wears a crown of clouds. The crown builds up higher and higher to the east. And then much higher the clouds grow thin and spin off little cup shaped venticular clouds. Wispy, frail and long clouds. Clouds that inject the carried moisture into the high atmosphere.
The earth breathes.....
It takes breath each day.....
Up and down and around. Moving the oxygen created by this sage and pinon and spruce into the fastly moving stratosphere. To mix it and bake it into what we breathe. Made new each day.....
I know why I love living here. I knew it the day I moved into this valley. I belong here. A part of me will always be here.
This is my home. This is where I play.....
This is where I face each day. Where I end each day.
The following is important.... Take a minute and believe what I am about to say.
I hope you know. I carry with me, you each day.....
In me you'll always be. Where would I be without you? How could I be?
You made me what I am today. Grateful, proud and free.
The man I want to be. Where I want to be. How I want to be.
You have to know I like the man I have come to be. I love being me.
And, I love you. I want you to come to know me. The way I have come to be.
and.....I need you as well.
Bill
btw: this also applies to all that I have not seen or known. Those I have never met but wish to. The little ones, the fresh ones. To whom I am a name. I have a heart that misses you. A heart I have not seen. A soul I want to meet. A missed one I want so too see. I hope you'll come to know me. I hope we share a dream. A little piece of ice cream. A tiny little smile. A nod, A grin, A wink. Remember that I love you. And hope we soon will meet. |
